Storiesonline.net ------- The Favor by MWTB Copyright© 2004 by MWTB ------- Description: She was my best friend, but not my girlfriend. Then she asked the question that changed our relationship completely. Golden Clitoride 2nd Place, 2005, Best BDSM Story Codes: mf mF ff 1st teen cons inc mother bro sis dau D/S Mdom span BD SM humil gang anal mastrb toys ws ------- ------- Would you like to receive e-mail when I post a new chapter? Join my mailing list: E-mail address: Powered by groups.yahoo.com ------- Part 1: The Beginning ------- Chapter 1: The Question Rachel was my best friend. We'd been neighbors since birth, and though she was absolutely gorgeous, practically my idea of perfection, she had always been like a sister to me. We went to school together, hung out together, talked about everything. We just never got romantic. Rachel knew about all the girls that I had gone out with, and I knew about her boyfriends. She knew that I'd had sex with a couple, and petted with even more. I knew that she had never let a guy get to second base. I had asked her about it. Was she saving herself for marriage? Did she not like the particular guys she was dating? Was she a lesbian? She would just laugh and tell me I was silly, and that she had her reasons. It was one of the few things we never discussed. ------- It was the beginning of summer. We had just finished our junior year of high school and we were hanging out together in Rachel's bedroom, listening to music and talking. Her mother was gone for the weekend, but she trusted Rachel home alone. There was a lull in our conversation, and when I looked over at Rachel she was staring at me contemplatively. "What?" I asked. "Do you love me?" she asked. "Huh?" I exclaimed in surprise. "A simple question," she said. "Do you love me? We've been friends forever. Do you love me?" I thought about it for a second and then said, "Of course! I'd do anything for you!" She pounced on this, saying, "Really? You would really do anything for me?" "You know I would!" I said. She paused for a long moment, and then said, "OK, I have a favor to ask." "Sure, what do you want?" I asked. "It is a very, very big favor," she said with a warning tone in her voice. "Okaaaay," I said, wondering where this was leading. "First, I need to explain something to you that I haven't explained before," she told me. "You know that I don't fool around with my dates. It makes it hard for me to get dates, but that's my rule. And you always wondered why, right? Well, I'll tell you why. "A lot of my friends think that it is because I don't trust the boys, but that's not it. It's that I don't trust myself." She paused for a moment, and then said, "Oh god, I practiced this in my head, and I still can't get it out." Rachel sighed and said, "The reason that I don't let the boys touch me is because I am a pervert." "A pervert?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean that I am a sexual deviant," she said. "I get excited by certain things that would make other people disgusted. And I know that if I let myself go even a little bit, there would be no turning back." "You are still confusing me, Raich," I said. "What things get you off, and how would there be no turning back?" Rachel sighed again, and was quiet for a long time. Finally she reached over into her bedside table and pulled some things out, which she put into my hand. I examined them, and they looked like a smaller version of the ends of battery charging cables; I think they are called alligator clips. "What are these?" I asked. "Those are clips," she said in a quiet voice. "I use them on my nipples, and sometimes my clit, when I masturbate in bed." I looked at them more closely, surprised. I closed one on the skin of my finger and it hurt like hell. I looked up at her, and she seemed on the verge of crying. "Do you know those dreams that people have, where they are in class and they realize that they are naked?" she asked. I nodded my head. "To me, those are wet dreams," she said. Tears began falling from her eyes. "Most girls think of movie or rock stars when they jill-off. I think of Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Except instead of him saving me from the Nazis, he is using his bull-whip on me!" Rachel was crying all out now, so I reached over and pulled her into my arms. "Raich, it's OK. Everyone has fantasies," I said. "If I told you half my fantasies you'd think I was a degenerate too! It doesn't make you a bad person! I still love you, and I don't think badly of you!" Rachel continued to sob into my chest for a few more minutes. Finally, she wiped her eyes on my shirt and looked up at me. She reached over and got some tissues, blew her nose and cleaned up her face. "I knew you'd feel that way," she said with a little smile. "Then why were you so worried about telling me?" I asked. "Why were you crying?" "Because I've never told anyone this," she said. "Besides, I'm not done." "What else do you want to tell me?" I asked. "Jeff, it's not just that I have these fantasies," she said. "You saw the clips; I can't get off unless I hurt myself. Actually, that's not entirely true. I can't get off unless I am in pain, or I feel completely humiliated." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Remember last year when I was in volleyball and my shirt got caught and my boob popped out?" she asked. I hadn't been there, but the story certainly spread around the school. I nodded. "When I realized what had happened I screamed, covered myself up and ran to the bathroom," she explained. "And when I got there I jumped into a stall and masturbated until I came, which took about 3 seconds. I replayed that night in my head while I masturbated for weeks. My only regret was that I ran away so soon. It would have been better had more people seen me. "Even that faded after a while, and I had to go back to the clips and to other things that I use to give me pain. Jeff, I'm not normal. I need something more. And that is where the favor comes in." Now I was starting to get a little nervous, but I nodded for her to continue anyway. "Next year we are going off to college," she said. "In high school, I can keep the boys away. But the feelings are getting stronger. When I get to college, someone is going to figure me out, and in all likelihood, going to take advantage of it. And if I don't do something before then, I won't care. I'll give in to anything that someone asks for, just to get the pleasure. I don't want that to happen." She paused again for a long time, not looking at me. Finally I asked, "So what can I do for you?" "Jeff, I need to know what it's like with someone that loves me. Someone that cares for me. Someone that will do what I need, but still think about me. Jeff, from now until we graduate next June, I want you to own me." I sat back, shocked. "Own you?" I asked. "I promise you, that if you will do this for me, I will never say no to anything that you ask of me," she replied. "I am not asking for you to be my boyfriend, or for you to stop seeing other girls. I am just saying that if you do what I ask then I will be your slut, your whore, your fucktoy, your plaything, until we graduate." That didn't relieve my shock. "Exactly what are you asking for? What do you want me to do?" "I want you to fulfill my fantasies," she said. "I want you to treat me badly. I want you to hurt me. I want you to humiliate me. I want you to screw me every way that you can thing of. I want you to use me for your pleasure." "But why?" I asked. "Why do you want this? And why me?" She sighed and said, "Jeff, it is all that I think about now. If I don't do something affirmatively to make this happen, then I will fall for the first guy that treats me badly. If any one of these guys I went out with tried to date rape me, I would fold and let him do it. I would encourage him to do it. I would encourage him to do it in the boys' locker room in front of the football team." She paused, breathing heavily, clearly worked up by the image that she was drawing. "Jeff, I know you," she went on. "I trust you. And more importantly, I think that you can treat me like I want to be treated, and still respect me. I think that you can beat the crap out of me, and still worry if you are really hurting me. Jeff, you are the only person in the world that I think could give me what I want." Now it was my turn to sit back quietly. I couldn't believe it. She had hidden her desires so well. Looking back, I couldn't think of a single thing that would indicate her sexual bent. And I couldn't figure out if I could give her what she wanted; what she needed. I sat there for a long time, until finally Rachel couldn't take it anymore. She looked up at me and said, "Talk to me Jeff. Do you hate me?" I smiled at her and held my arms out to her. I hugged her, stroking her hair and I said, "No Rachel, I don't hate you." I released her and held her at arms length, looking into her eyes. "This is a lot to ask of me," I said. "On the other hand, it could be every boy's fantasy. But if you want me to do this, you are going to tell me exactly what you are looking for." She nodded her head and smiled. "I know you, Jeff. I knew that would be the first thing you asked!" "Ahhh, I'm so young, yet so predictable," I said regretfully. "Only to me, you goof!" she said, punching my arm. Then she got serious and said, "Really though, I know you always need to understand the rules, so here they are. "One, I don't want to be permanently damaged. I am on the Pill, so pregnancy is not an issue, but I don't want to be disfigured in any non-reversible way. "Two, don't do anything that would make you lose respect for me. If you want to make me a slut, a whore, a skank, that's fine. As long as you still respect me. If you want the entire football team to fuck me up my ass, I'll do it for you. But if watching another guy screw me will make you lose respect for me, don't do it. I'd rather have my fantasy unfulfilled than have you lose respect for me. "Three, the day after we graduate from high school, everything goes back to the way it was this morning. "That's it. Those are the rules, limitations and boundaries." I sat there examining her face, and this time she didn't look away. If anything, she was defiant. I said, "Are you sure those are the only restrictions?" "I've thought about if for a very long time, and yes, those are the only restrictions," she affirmed. "Let me go through the rules point by point," I said. "One: no permanent disfiguration. That leaves a lot of room open. Are you sure that is what you mean?" She nodded. "So tattoos are out, unless I reverse them, but I can pierce you as much as I want?" I asked. Again, she nodded. "And I can beat you and bruise you, but not break bones or knock out teeth?" I asked. And again, she nodded. "Two I could live with. In fact, it would be one of my rules," I said. "But Three I'm not happy with. Instead, if we go ahead with this, our year will start when you say, 'My fantasy begins now', and it will end when you say 'My fantasy is over'. Whether you say it after ten minutes or one year, that's how long it lasts. Can you live with that?" She nodded, a smile coming to her face. "Does this mean you'll do it?" she asked. "Not just yet," I said. "I'm still working my way through what is OK and what is not." "Don't you get it?" she asked. "Everything, except for what I've specifically excluded, is OK. If you want to have me wash your toilet naked while a German Shepard fucks me in the ass and your sister pisses on me, it would not only be OK, but I would most likely cum like I've never cum before!" Her eyes were glowing as she said that, and I actually believe that she meant it! I sat back again, considering what it would mean. Regardless of what Rachel said, when this was over things would most definitely not be like they were before. Could I respect her after doing the things that she wanted? I was pretty sure I knew the answer. Did I want to? Shit, yes! Rachel was a dream. She was the girl next door type, light brown hair down to her shoulder blades, clear blue eyes and a button nose. She was about 5' 7" and still growing. Her baby fat was gone, as was the lanky, gawky stage that she had gone through, leaving her body slim with perfect teenage curves. Her breasts were not huge, but perfect for her frame, 34C riding high on her chest. She wore clothes that showed off her body, but were not too trashy, just the correct level of trashiness for today's modern teenager; crop tops and hip huggers, shorts, tight jeans and skirts. Despite the fact that I had viewed her as a friend that was a girl, and not a girlfriend, I had still fantasized about her body, as had every boy at our school - and not a few girls. The thought of having her body for my pleasure was extraordinary! But again, it would change our friendship! Sigh. I looked at her and asked, "Rachel, do you have something to say to me?" She looked at me, confused, and then light dawned. Her smile was huge, and it made my heart feel good as she said, "Jeff, my fantasy begins now!" ------- Chapter 2: Jeff Takes Charge I shivered and my pussy released a surge of fluid. I may even have had a little orgasm. All from four little words: My fantasy begins now. For months I had been contemplating this, and now I was committed. Could I go through with it? Could Jeff? I loved Jeff like a brother, but we would now start a whole new relationship. I just signed my body over to him. I gave him carte blanche. I know he is my best friend; that he loves me. I know that he is a thoughtful person, not prone to irrationality. However I just handed him the keys to my body. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I realized that Jeff owned my body. In all likelihood he would be fucking me in just moments! "Stand up," Jeff said. I stood up in front of him, and Jeff signaled that I should turn around. I turned in front of him as he appeared to evaluate my body. Then he pointed to the corner of my room and said, "Go stand over there with your nose touching the corner of your room." My mouth dropped open. He was sending me to the corner like he was punishing me. He didn't ask me to take my clothes off or give him a blowjob; he just sent me to the corner like a naughty girl! I went to the corner and pressed up against it as he instructed. I heard Jeff leave the room, and about five minutes later I heard him come back. Then I heard him going through my drawers. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Did you tell me that you would do everything that I asked of you?" Jeff asked in a harsh voice. "Yes," I responded. "And having offered to let me put your head in the toilet while a dog fucks you and my sister pisses on you pretty much makes you a filthy, skanky slut, doesn't it?" he asked. "I guess," I said in a quiet voice. "And given that you are such a filthy slut, I can punish you any way that I see fit, right?" he demanded. "Yes," I replied. "Then press your trashy body against that wall and keep your dirty mouth shut!" he yelled. I pressed harder against the wall, tears dripping from my eyes. It had started already! He has lost respect for me. Then I realized something else. There was a large wet spot on the front of my jeans! "Ho, ho!" he said. "What have we here?" He had been going through my drawers. It sounded like he was removing items, and now I heard a familiar buzzing noise. He had found my vibrator! He turned it off and I heard him throw it on my bed. I heard him moving around a lot for the next ten minutes as I kept my body pressed into the corner. "I have a few questions for you," Jeff said. "First, tell me what you've done in your life, sexually." "You know what I've done," I replied, still facing the wall. "Not much at all. I haven't even let a boy fondle my tits. I've kissed a couple, but that is it. I play with myself, but only on the outside. I still have my hymen. I've played with my asshole a little but I've never put anything in. I've never seen a real life grown up cock." He seemed to consider that for a little bit, and then he ordered, "Turn around!" I turned and I saw what he had been doing. Most of my clothes were scattered around the room, and there was a large box with a bunch of my clothes in it. On top of my clothes rested my vibrator. "In this box I put all of your clothes that I did not like," he told me. "You will put it away and not open it until this fantasy is finished. If you need to cum, ask me; you can't use this toy. "I think you'll find that most of your underwear is gone. You can look at what remains to see what is acceptable." I saw that what remained were thongs and g-strings. "You probably shouldn't get too many more, as you won't be wearing them too frequently." He looked me up and down again and said, "Strip!" I smiled at him and started slowly peeling off my top. "No, no, no!" he exclaimed. "If I want a sexy strip tease I'll take you to a strip club and have the professionals teach you how to do it on the stage. Now just take your clothes off!" I blushed and pulled my top off and pushed my jeans and panties off. I stood there in the corner of the room, my hands clasped in front of me, naked in front of a boy for the first time since puberty. "Drop your hands," he said. He was clearly evaluating my body as he had me turn, and from the sounds he was making, he wasn't too pleased. "Your tits are nice enough, but they need more," he told me. "And your pussy is a mess! Don't you ever shave?" I shook my head. "Mmmmm, Go shower and then come back out here. If I'm not here when you get back, stand against the wall again until I return." I couldn't believe it. I know he had seen naked girls before, but I thought my body was pretty good! I expected that he'd like my body better than this! I headed towards the shower, and as I went into the bathroom he said, "And no cumming! If you cum in the shower I'll take a permanent marker, write 'Chronic Masturbator' across your tits and stake you in your front lawn!" As I got into the shower I thought it might almost be worth it! ------- Chapter 3: The Preparation "Well, this is harder that I anticipated," I thought as Rachel headed into the shower. It had taken me a while to figure out exactly what Rachel wanted, and even longer to figure out how I was going to provide it. One thing that I realized is that I needed help. I went downstairs and outside, crossing the yard to my house next door. I went upstairs and knocked on my sister's door. "Hey, J, what's up?" she asked. "I need your help," I told her. "Can I talk to you?" My sister is three years older than me. She went the local community college route, and was currently working as a hairdresser in a salon downtown, but she still lived at home. "How can I help you, bro?" she asked. Michelle and I had always had a pretty good relationship, at least as much as a younger brother / older sister could. I annoyed her and she picked on me, but lately we've gotten along pretty well. "Don't freak out, but I need your help with something personal. It's going to sound amazingly weird, but hear me out." I explained what Rachel had asked me. Then I explained what I wanted to do, and where she could help, both immediately and in the long term. As I explained things to Michelle, she was alternately shocked and amused. When I was done explaining my plan, she looked at me and whistled. "Do you realize what you have here?" she asked. "Yes," I said with a weak grin. "You are the luckiest high school boy on the face of the planet!" she laughed. "I could be, if all goes well," I said. "It could also blow up completely in my face." "Give me ten minutes to make some calls," she told me, walking to her phone shaking her head. ------- Chapter 4: The Corner I got out of the shower, dried off, and went back to my bedroom. Jeff wasn't there, so I headed back to the corner. I got there and pressed my nose to the corner. After a minute, I realized that Jeff would probably want me naked, so I dropped the towel and kicked it away. Five minutes later I was still standing in the corner, my mind working overtime. What was Jeff doing? Had I really made the right decision? Did he still respect me? About once a minute I made up my mind to put on my clothes, find Jeff, and tell him it was all a joke. Then I thought, "I am standing in the corner of my room, naked, like a naughty little girl, waiting for a boy to come back and treat me like a slut. It's what I always wanted." I was on the tenth iteration of this argument when I heard Jeff come back in. "Turn around," he said. I did so, and I saw him standing there, looking me over. "Jeff, I need to ask you something," I said, nervously. "What?" he asked. "Have you lost respect for me?" I asked. He smiled at me and walked over to me. He held my hair and kissed me lightly on my lips. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Rachel, you know how I love rules. Rule Two stated that I wouldn't do anything to make me lose respect for you. I will not treat you with respect, but you can rest assured that I do respect you. I was actually thinking about it, and I respect you more for having the courage to do this!" I couldn't believe how relieved I felt when he said that! I practically collapsed in his arms as I kissed his neck and muttered, "Thank you, thank you!" Jeff still respected me, and I knew he was going to give me what I needed! I stood back up straight, thrusting my breasts out, and I said, "But don't you like me Jeff? I've offered my body to you, and you haven't even grabbed my ass!" He stepped back and said, "It has been a temptation, let me tell you. But I thought about it, and I asked myself, 'How does a girl want her first time to be?' Soft candlelight, a rose-strewn bed, music playing softly, gentle kisses, becoming more passionate." He ran his fingers down the side of my body, causing me to shiver as he continued. "Gentle caresses, my tongue working its way over your body. Getting you wet, entering you slowly, breaking through your barrier, taking your virginity as mine. Slowly building the pleasure back up, faster and faster, until you cannot stand it, finally taking you over the edge into orgasmic pleasure as I pump my love into you." I was shivering with the thought of what he said. He stepped back, and his face took on a slightly evil smile. "Then I thought about what Rachel would want. What is Rachel going to get? Rachel is going to get dressed in the clothes I give her. We are going to go out on a couple of errands. I won't tell you what they are, but I promise that they will be both painful and humiliating. Then we are going to come back to your bed, and I will take you. I will not be gentle. I will slam through you and fuck you as hard as I can, until I am satisfied, and then I will cum in you. "Then you are going to clean me off, and I will fuck your mouth with my cock. I will take your second virginity, and you will again pleasure me until I cum in your mouth. You will swallow every drop, just like the slut that you are." He pulled me in front of the mirror and stood behind me, sweeping my hair to the side as he whispered in my ear. "And finally, I will put you up on your hands and knees, facing this mirror, so that you can watch as I kneel behind you and take your anal virginity. You will be able to see what a slut you are, as you cum with my cock buried in your ass, ripping your body apart. "How will you feel years from now when your daughter asks you how you lost your virginity? Will you be able to tell her how her slut mother lost all three virginities in a single day in an orgy of pain and pleasure?" My mind was reeling. I couldn't think. First he describes the beautiful deflowerment from a romance novel, then this awful, degrading description of his plans for me! How could I go through with this? He kissed my neck, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror. He whispered gently in my ear, while peering into the reflection of my eyes, "If it will help, I will allow you one minute to relieve yourself, but you must do it right here, right now." Oh my god! He was telling me that I could masturbate, but in front of him! I couldn't do that. Not with the horrible images he put into my head. As I was thinking that, I felt my fingers entering my pussy. It was a swamp. I don't think I'd ever been so wet before, not even after I was exposed in gym. He offered me one minute, but all I needed was ten seconds. Within that time, my body arched backwards into his and I screamed in pleasure and release. Finally I slumped forward, held up in his strong hands, and he whispered, "That was beautiful, Rachel." ------- Chapter 5: The Hairdresser I gave Rachel a few minutes to descend from her orgasm. That was the first time I had ever seen a woman make herself cum, and it was all I could do to keep myself from throwing her on the bed and having my way with her. She would have enjoyed it too, but I wanted to make it even more special for her. I walked her to the bed and handed her a dress. "Wear this," I said. She took it from me and looked at me with a smile. "You always were a sucker for a sundress," she said. "But this really got too small on me." "Nevertheless," I replied. She slipped it over her head and reached for her panties. "Just the dress," I said. She looked at me with a smirk. I signaled her to stand near me as I picked up a pair of scissors. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked. I reached over and pulled her top button and snipped it off. Then I did the same for the next two. When I stepped back I saw the swells of her breasts clearly evident through the open top of the dress. "Good thing I don't wear this that much any more," she told me. "We'll see," I said, smiling. Then I pointed around and told her, "I'm going downstairs for a little bit. Clean up this room and make the bed so that everything is neat for later." Then I left and went downstairs. I sat on the couch in the living room and tried to collect my thoughts. I was trying to be cool, collected and suave on the outside, but on the inside I was a raging ball of hormones. I seriously considered going to the bathroom and relieving myself, but I decided to wait. I had already committed myself to three orgasms today, I didn't know if I had four in me. However I was pretty sure my first one would not be long lasting. A few minutes later Rachel came downstairs saying, "All done." I stood up and looked at her. I smiled and signaled for her to spin. She got a smirk as she spun. The dress I had selected was from last year, and was short on her. As she spun it flared up, giving me a view of her ass and her dense bush. I held out my arm with a smile and she took it as I escorted her outside. I walked her to my car and helped her in. She again smirked at me as she made sure that the dress rode up so that I could get another glimpse of her bush. I leaned in and said, "You really are quite the slut, aren't you?" She smiled back and said, "But I'm your slut." "For now," I replied, and her smile faltered a little bit. We drove in silence for a few minutes until we reached our destination. As I helped her out of the car, she said, "Why are we here? I just got my hair cut last week? Are we meeting Michelle?" I leaned in and whispered, "I always want my sluts to be bald." She looked at me fearfully, but followed me in. The girl behind the desk looked up as we walked in and said, "Hi Jeff, Michelle's not here." "I know," I told her. "We have an appointment with Janice." "OK, hold on a minute while I get her," she told me. Rachel grabbed my hand and held it hard as we stood waiting quietly. Janice came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Jeff," she exclaimed. "It's good to see you. And is this Rachel?" She grabbed Rachel's hands in hers and looked her up and down. "She really is a pretty one. Come on back." Rachel grabbed my hand as we followed Janice back. Janice is in her late twenties, her hair was dyed bright red and she had always flirted good-naturedly with me. The fact that I knew that she was a lesbian never stopped me from flirting back. Janice led us into a little room and said, "What exactly did you want?" "I won't do anything that will last forever, but I want it all off," I told her. Rachel squeezed my hand even harder and moaned, "Jeff!" I looked at Rachel as I told Janice, "Rachel here is quite the slut, and I think sluts like her look better with bald pussies. So I want it all waxed off." Rachel practically slumped with relief when she realized that I was having her pussy shaved and not her head. Her relief didn't last too long as Janice offered her a gown to get into, and I said, "No need, she'll just take off her dress." Rachel just looked at me in shock as I unbuttoned two more buttons and slipped her dress over her shoulders so that it pooled at her feet, leaving her body exposed to Janice. Janice whistled in appreciation as she saw Rachel's body. "Hop up here," she said, and Rachel got up on the table. "I just have to get my stuff," Janice said and opened the door and walked out. She left the door open as she walked over to get her things. It was empty in the back, but anyone could have walked by and seen Rachel lying nude on the table. No one did, however, and in a moment Janice was back, closing the door behind her. She walked up to look between Rachel's legs and said, "It really is a forest in there. I'll clean it up a little before I wax." She pulled out her electric clippers and started running it around between Rachel's legs. Rachel grabbed my hand as she saw the hair start to scatter, and then gasped and squeezed harder as the vibrating clippers touched a delicate spot. Janice pulled the clippers away and said, "Jeff, can you grab me that cloth. This one is sopping down here, and I need to dry her off a little before it messes up my instruments." Rachel moaned and tried to bury her face in my arm as her whole body flushed in embarrassment. Janice finished with the clippers, getting Rachel closer to orgasm but not taking her over. Then she spread Rachel's legs even more, put the wet wax around her pubic area, placed the strip, and yanked. I would have screamed, but Rachel just moaned deeply. Janice did it again and again, until she did right over Rachel's clit. Rachel groaned as some of the hot wax touched her wet clit, and then screamed and shuddered as the last strip was pulled off. "I do believe that your little slut just came," Janice told me. Rachel moaned again, trying hard not to look at Janice. Janice poked around with tweezers for a while, finding stray hairs and pulling them out. When she was done, I told Rachel, "Say thank you to Janice, for doing such a good job." Rachel looked up, embarrassment written all over her face and quietly said, "Thank you very much." "Anytime, hon," Janice replied. "You'll have to come back in a few weeks." Rachel groaned, but Janice just kissed me on the cheek and left the room. I helped Rachel up and slipped the dress over her head. Rachel grabbed me and gave me the hardest kiss I'd ever gotten from a woman. "Are you going to take me home and rape me now?" she asked breathlessly. "Not quite yet," I responded with a smile. "One more stop." Rachel buried her face in my neck, groaning in frustration, and I could not help copping a feel of her ass. She pressed her ass into my hands as she moved her lips back to mine. I swatted her ass then laughed as we went back to the front. "Everyone is looking at me," she whispered as we made our way forward. "Do you think they all realize what a slut they have here?" I asked. Again the groan. I was getting to like that low, deep groan. "I need to pay," I said when I reached the front desk. "One Brazilian wax," the girl behind the desk said loudly as she took my money, causing Rachel to cringe. I handed Rachel some money and said, "Go find Janice and give her this tip." I thought she would object, but she just went and found her. After she gave the money, I saw Janice pull her into a hug then give her a quick kiss on the lips. When she returned, I escorted her out and we walked down the street. "Where to next?" she asked. "We're here," I said. ------- Chapter 6: No Permanent Marks I looked up at the store that we were in front of and the sign said 'Downtown Tattoos'. "No permanent marks!" I exclaimed. "There have been amazing strides forward in tattoo removal," Jeff said with a smile. "I hear that it's effective, though very painful." I gaped at him, but he just said, "Trust me." He took my hand and pulled me in. "We have an appointment with Mike," Jeff said to the man sitting inside. "I'm Mike," the man said, standing up and shaking Jeff's hand. "Come to the back." We went into a room in the back and with another table for me to lie on. "There can occasionally be blood with this procedure, right?" Jeff asked. "Sometimes, but only very little," Mike replied. "Well, I wouldn't want Rachel to ruin her dress," Jeff said. He turned to me and said, "Take the dress off." The waxing was one thing, that was a woman and she was used to seeing women like that. This was different! It was a man, a stranger! Only the second man who would see me naked since puberty! I was mortified! On the other hand, this was what I had asked for, and I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed for the man to see me naked, or to see that I was wet. I opened the remaining buttons, slowly exposing my cleavage to the man, and then dropped the dress. Mike whistled appreciatively and Jeff took another long look. "Hop up," Mike said. I got up on the table and Mike moved to the side to get some equipment. Jeff moved to the bottom of the table and swung out the stirrups that were there. As he placed my feet into them, I couldn't help but wonder where I was to be tattooed. Mike rolled a stool up near my chest as Jeff swung the stirrups out wide. In addition to placing my feet in them, he had attached some sort of strap so that I could not remove my feet. He then moved up and took my hand. I squeezed his hand hard as Mike fondled my breast, then using a pencil put a little mark on the nipple. He did the same on my other, and then turned toward his tray. Jeff reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of something. He held it up in front of me and said, "What use is pleasure and pain without surprise?" He brought the strip of cloth in front of my eyes and tied it off behind my head. I heard Mike and Jeff moving around, but I had no idea what they were doing. With my eyes closed, I could clearly visualize the room. I could picture Mike on one side of the table, Jeff on the other. A naked, vulnerable woman stretched out between them, legs widespread and bound, sopping pussy exposed for all to see. Suddenly I felt a feathery touch running from the bottom of my slit to the top and I arched my back and screamed. It lasted only a second, but I felt the aftereffects for a long time as I dropped back onto the table panting. I felt Jeff lean over my ear and whisper, "This is the first time that I've gotten to taste you, and you are delicious." I shuddered at the thought, and moaned quietly. Jeff began lightly stroking up and down my leg and hip with the fingers of one hand while I continued squeezing his other, so I knew that it was Mike's hand playing with my nipple. Jeff leaned over again and whispered, "Does pain really turn you on?" I nodded. "Then this is going to be fun to watch," he said, and I heard a pop and felt a sharp pain through my nipple, sharper than anything I'd felt with the nipple clamps. At the same time, I felt Jeff's finger move to my clit, and between the two sensations I screamed as I came for Jeff again. Mike continued to play with my nipple through my orgasm, and when I came down I heard Jeff say, "Nice." I realized that I had just been pierced. I was relieved that it wasn't a tattoo, excited by the pain, and relaxed by the glow of my orgasm. Jeff and Mike switched sides, but the second piercing wasn't as good. The pain was exquisite, but Jeff had been right about the surprise; without it, the short pain wasn't enough to take me over the edge. When it was over, Jeff kissed me on the lips and said, "I'm proud of you, Raich." I could taste my pussy juice on his lips, proof that he had indeed tasted me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoved my tongue as far down his throat as I could. "You make me so happy!" I told him. He extracted himself from my arms around him and removed the blindfold. He helped me sit up, and I looked down to see that Mike was standing between my spread legs, holding up a mirror. I examined myself and I saw the rings that he had inserted into my nipples. They were not huge, but I knew that they would be visible beneath some of the tight tee-shirts that I wore. Mike began explaining how to take care of them, and he said that I should be careful with them for the next few days because they would be painful and sore. I took the rings in my hands and pulled lightly to test his advice, and they did hurt. Jeff bent over again and whispered, "Imagine how you are going to feel in a few hours as I am pulling on them at the same time as my cock is pounding through your cherry." I moaned, and I could feel my pussy twitch. Mike smiled and I realized that he could see it twitching and leaking! "Before we leave," Jeff said to Mike, "could you take a look at her clit and tell me if she has a good one to pierce?" I looked at Jeff in shock as Mike put down the mirror and spread my pussy lips. He manipulated my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. Jeff reached up and pulled gently on my new piercing as Mike pronounced, "She has a large and sensitive clit; perfect for a piercing." "Another time," Jeff said, smiling. He undid the straps on one foot, while Mike did the same on the other. They closed the stirrups and Jeff helped me stand up. I went over to the full length mirror and evaluated myself. I looked the same from the neck up, albeit a little flushed, but from the neck down! My nipples were swollen and pierced, my pussy bald and leaking. "Please take me home, Jeff," I said urgently. Jeff knew it, and Mike knew it, but most of all I knew it: I needed to be fucked. "Say thank you to Mike," Jeff said. I turned to Mike and with a grin, I curtsied and said, "Thank you for my lovely rings, Mike. I hope to see you again soon." Jeff helped me into my dress, running his hands over my front and causing me to gasp in pain. As we walked out I asked, "Are we going home now?" "Yes," he assured me, "We are going home." ------- Chapter 7: The First Cherry As I helped Rachel into the car, she went out of the way to give me a nice view of her pussy. On the way home, she was quiet for a while, but she soon broke the silence by saying, "We agreed on no permanent marks." "They aren't permanent," I said. "The holes will close shortly after you remove them." "You are crazy if you think that I will be giving these up when this is over," she said with a smile. "These are on for good!" "Ahhh, well then, that's your choice," I told her. I thought for a moment, and then I added, "Of course, I may remove them from you before our time is over, which would mean you would have to get re-pierced if you wanted them back." I could see her shiver in her seat. We both remained silent until we got back to her house. I stopped at her front door and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Go inside," I told her. "Go upstairs, straighten up your room and strip naked. Then I want you to go to your mother's room and get her tripod, camcorder and the longest blank tape that you can find. Set up the camera facing the bed, press the record button and get onto the bed. Then wait for me. "Don't play with yourself. Don't touch your pussy. Don't fondle your new rings. Just wait. When you hear me coming up the stairs, you will know that I am coming to take you. When I walk into your room, I want you spread on the bed, your legs wide, offering yourself to me. Do you understand?" "Yes," she whispered as she nodded. I gave her another little kiss and pushed her into her house. I walked back to my house, and Michelle was in the living room, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "I saw you pull up! Janice called me, but tell me everything that happened," she said eagerly. Part of the deal that we made was that she would help me, and in exchange I would tell her everything. She would be a partner with me in the Humiliation and Degradation of Rachel Miller. I sat down and told her everything, in as much detail as I could. My story was punctuated by gasps and exclamations from Michelle. It took about ten minutes to finish telling the story, and Michelle was squirming in her seat by the end. I could only imagine what Rachel was feeling, lying in her bed right now. "You had her set up the filming of her own deflowerment?" she asked. "You are truly an evil genius!" "I try my best," I responded with all humility. "Well, I think she's waited long enough. I'm going to head over there to do my duty." "Hah!" Michelle exclaimed. "Your duty! As if you won't enjoy it!" "If it must be a duty, I might as well enjoy it," I replied. "I suppose you are going to be waiting quietly to hear all the gory details?" "Fuck no!" she cried. "Your big sister is going to go upstairs and find her biggest dildo and fuck herself senseless for the rest of the night! But you'd damn well better come and find me first thing after you get home in the morning!" She reached over, gave me a kiss on the cheek and marched upstairs towards her bedroom. As if what awaited me next door wasn't enough to get my engine revving, now I had the image of my sexy sister plowing her cunt with a big dildo bouncing around in my brain. I sighed and headed back to Rachel's house. ------- I had been lying on my bed for hours. First, he had me prepare my room for my de-virginization. Then I had to walk through the house, nude, to get my mother's video camera. That was embarrassing on so many levels! I had never walked through the house with no clothes on before. Then I had to go into my mom's room and wander around naked. Finally, I had to retrieve and set up the video camera! Jeff was going to tape himself taking my virginity. And probably, based on what he had said earlier, taking all three of them! Then there was the waiting. I didn't know what he was doing or where he was. All I knew was that I was wet and waiting and he wasn't there. It had to be at least six hours, despite the clock telling me it was only fifteen minutes. Have you ever tried lying on your bed, horny as can be, and unable to touch yourself. I wanted to cheat, and then I would look up and see the unblinking red light on the video camera. I knew that if I touched myself I would be punished. Was it worth it? Then I heard it! I heard footsteps on the staircase. Jeff was coming for me! This was it! The door opened and Jeff walked in. I stared as I saw my first real-life erect cock. Jeff was gloriously naked and scarily huge. "He's going to kill me with that," I thought. There is no way it would fit even if he was gentle and worked it in slowly, but I knew he wouldn't be doing that. He was going to take that bat between his legs and he was going to shove it into my stomach through my cunt. Oh god, what had I gotten myself in for? Jeff walked to my bed and said, "Are you ready for me?" "No!" I screamed. "You won't fit in me! I changed my mind. I don't want to do this!" And yet, the only sound that came out was my quiet, "Yes," as I nodded my head. Jeff crawled between my spread legs. He didn't bother with much foreplay, and none was needed. I could feel my juices dripping between the cheeks of my ass as my pussy couldn't hold onto the overflow. I was practically hyperventilating already. Jeff looked down at me and said, "This is your very last chance." I knew what he was offering, and I wasn't interested. "Please, Jeff, fuck me. Take me. Rape me. Make me yours!" He reached down and took my new rings in his fingers. It wasn't a gentle tug; it was a sharp pull that sent pain coursing through my nipples right down to my pussy. He grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them above my head. He reached down and positioned his cock at my pussy, pushing it so that the head was just slightly inside. He then reached up with his free hand and gently stroked my face, and then he slapped me! Hard! "That was for not giving yourself to me before this," he said, as he simultaneously pulled on my left nipple ring and slammed his cock through my cherry. My hymen must have been pretty thick, because it hurt like hell, but it didn't even slow him down. He buried himself in me in one stroke, then pulled almost all the way out and did it again. He wasn't waiting for my pussy to stretch to accommodate his huge cock, or for the pain of his entry to go away. He was fucking me so that I would remember that I'd been fucked. His right hand continued to hold my hands above my head, trapping them, while his left switched between nipples, pulling and poking. I would have thought that between the sharp pain of my nipples and the ache of his cock slamming into me, the slap he gave me would have faded to nothing, but it didn't. I could feel it sharply, as if his hand were still there, and the combination of all the feelings - the face, the nipples, the pussy, the thought of being Jeff's slut ñ it all did what Jeff had intended, and I was cumming by his third stoke. I don't know how long Jeff lasted; given the buildup of the day, it couldn't have been long. But however long it was, I was cumming the entire time. All the different feelings faded into one huge ball of pain and pleasure exploding from my clit. It reminded me of films I'd seen of nuclear explosions, where the sound goes on and on. It was one sustained explosion, and I felt nothing and everything, until at last I felt his cum splashing my pussy. With all the pain and pleasure that I was feeling, I again thought that something as inconsequential as a little splash of fluid in my vagina would pass unnoticed, but it was like the detonator on the last explosion in me; it triggered the cum that finally took me over the edge and caused me to collapse to the mattress on the verge of unconsciousness. Jeff collapsed on top of me and I could feel him as if from far away. I could feel him pressing my nipple rings into my chest; I could feel his heartbeat pounding against me; I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He stayed that way for a minute, and then rolled off of me. I could feel his cock slithering out me as he pulled away, and I could feel the gush of fluids that tried to follow him. Jeff lay on his back catching his breath, and then he pulled my head under his arm. I snuggled into him, trying to make sense of the feelings that were coursing through me. Feelings of pleasure. Feelings of pain. I could see that my wrists would be bruised where he had been holding them, and I could feel the throbbing in my nipples. My pussy felt battered and abused, and I could see the red-tinged juices on Jeff's cock that showed I was bleeding. But most of all, I felt satisfied. Satisfied in a way that my masturbation had never provided me, not even when I was using clips and needles and all the other things that I did to make myself cum. Satisfied in a way beyond physical pleasure. Satisfied more than I ever thought I could be. Satisfied, yet hungry. I could see that Jeff was not yet ready for more, his cock shrinking to reasonable proportions. But I was ready. I was ready for anything that Jeff wanted of me. ------- Chapter 8: The Second Cherry I lay on the bed panting, Rachel lying draped across my side, and I was amazed. Life is full of the plans you make, and you plan for contingencies, but you know things won't always work out. Given the short amount of time that I had to plan for this particular event, probably one of the seminal events of Rachel's life, I was sure that I would screw it up. But I didn't. Oh, I hadn't lasted long; after the buildup I'd had, I was surprised that I lasted the two or three minutes that I did. But it was enough. I was worried that despite what she had said, despite what I had seen during our trip, she would have balked or been dissatisfied with the plan for her first sexual encounter. It was clear, however, that was not the case. Rachel had clearly enjoyed it, and the way that her fingers were moving gently along the length of my cock, it was clear that she wanted more. "Ready for more already?" I asked with a smile. She looked up at me and said, "No matter what, I will always be ready for more with you!" "You know what is next," I said. "Clean me off, and then you can revive me with your mouth." "No," she said. "Are you defying me already?" I asked in surprise. "I won't clean you off first," she told me. "That's your cum, my juices, the blood of my cherry. It's only right that I clean it with my mouth." That said, she started moving down my body. She held my slimy cock in her hand, inspecting it closely. "This is the first cock that I've seen close up," she told me. "Do you mind if I play with it a little?" "Now that was a stupid question," I told her. "I don't think there is a boy in town that would mind if you played with his cock." "But yours is the only one I want to play with, at least until you tell me otherwise," she told me, and then she ran her tongue around the crown of my cock. I sighed, my cock expanding in response to her hand and tongue, and shortly, her lips as she took the head in her mouth. Then she backed off and started running her tongue up and down my cock, cleaning up all the fluids that had been deposited there. She expressed delight as my cock firmed up, and soon she returned the head of my cock to her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down for a minute, then removed my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. "I've never done this before, though I've heard about it," she said. "You'll have to tell me if I am doing it right." She returned my cock to her mouth, and I said, "You are definitely doing it right. The main rule is no biting and only minimal scraping with your teeth. Other than that, experiment. Don't worry about being a beginner. By the time this year is over, you will be an expert cocksucker." She moaned around my cock at that statement and started sucking along with licking. I moaned and encouraged her appropriately as she experimented. I explained how I like my balls tickled when I am being blown, and she learned fast. Given the cum I'd had just a few moments before, I was surprised that that my next orgasm was fast approaching. "I'm going to cum soon," I told her, "because of the amazing job you are doing. When I cum, I expect you to swallow every drop. Other times, I'll cum on your face or other parts of your body, but when I am taking your mouth cherry, you are going to swallow it all!" Rachel moaned affirmatively and worked harder to extract my cum. She was successful, and soon I was blowing another load, this time down her throat. She moaned again, as my cum was pumping into her mouth, and I could feel her swallow at least once. She pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled up at me. She opened her mouth and I could see some of my cum still there. She closed her mouth and swallowed, then reopened it and showed me that my cum was all gone. She dove back onto my cock, intent on getting every drop. When she was sure that there was nothing left, she wormed her way back up my body and under my arm. "Was I a good cocksucker for you?" she asked in a quiet voice. "Better than I've ever had," I said honestly. "And now you are going to learn a hard truth about men. When you suck the cum out of them, you also suck the energy out of them. I need a nap. I would love to have a naked slut on me when I take it, but you have other tasks to do. "I want you to go back to your mother's room and get another tape. Then I want you to go downstairs and make us dinner. Something nice, but not too fancy; we'll be eating naked in bed. When dinner is done, bring it up and you can wake me up." I kissed her and squeezed her ass as I said, "I can't wait for my dessert." As she was leaving the room I said, "One more thing. No cleaning up. If something drips out of you onto anything, you may scoop it up with your finger and lick it up." ------- Chapter 9: The Third Cherry I couldn't believe how dirty I felt. I was walking into my mother's room with no clothes on, cum dripping down my legs. As I was picking up the new tape, I saw a drop of cum drip off me and onto my mother's shoe. I thought about what Jeff had said: "you may scoop it up." I shivered as I walked out, leaving the spending of my first sex on my mother's shoe. I went back into my bedroom and I changed the tape. Jeff was already asleep. He looked so sexy, lying nude in my bed, surrounded by all my things. He looked like he belonged there. I shivered again, this time in anticipation. Before I walked out, I remembered what he had told me was going to happen next; I repositioned the video camera and my full length mirror, so that nothing would delay the inevitable later. I went downstairs, still nude. All the window shades were open, and I was traipsing through the house in the altogether. Admittedly, we were a little set back from the road, and our neighbors were far enough away that they weren't likely to see into our house in the daylight, but it could happen. Someone could see me as they walked by. Or someone could come to the door. I rubbed my pussy a little bit thinking about it, and then I licked my fingers off. I went to the fridge to see what we had, and realizing that we were going to be eating on my bed, I made a little picnic with assorted sandwiches. I got some chips and drinks and brought everything upstairs. Jeff was still napping, so I set everything up as well as I could. As an afterthought, I got some candles and spread them around the room before I lit them. Finally it was time to wake Jeff up. I crawled onto the bed between his legs, and took another good look at what he had. I had seen pictures on the internet before, but this really was my first real cock. I had been so scared when he walked through the door, his cock leading the way. It was so large and scary. And now it was small and cute. I don't think it would be a good idea to use those words to his face, but it was. It was small and squishy, with wrinkles everywhere, the head sticking out the top like a spear tip. Nothing like the rod that I had felt shoved through me. I held it between my fingers and licked the head. I know that a lot of my friends thought that it was gross, but it was beautiful to me. It didn't have a lot of taste now, but before, when it was seasoned with my juices, his cum and my blood, I could definitely taste it. And it turns out that I love the way his cum tastes. I wondered how others' will taste in comparison. Given what he agreed to do for me, I knew that I'll be tasting others. I popped his whole cock into my mouth, and I realized that now it fit in completely. However I could feel it growing in my mouth, and I knew that soon it would not fit. Or at least not for a while, because if I were to become an expert cocksucker, I'm sure that deep-throating would have to be in my repertoire. I moved my head up and down until I heard him say, "Now that is a beautiful way to wake up." I popped his cock out of my mouth and put my head on his leg, looking up at him as I ran my tongue around his cock. He smiled at me and said, "Stop that, you vixen. That is not next on the agenda. Now feed me!" I sat up and got the food, and we ate quietly for a few minutes. I could see the thoughts flowing over his face, and I knew what he was thinking, when he finally broke the silence. "Rachel, I need you to tell me how you are really feeling," he said. I looked at him for a moment, very seriously, but I could not keep it up. I jumped up and sat right next to him, wrapping my arms around him. I kissed his cheek and said, "I am amazed. I told you about my fantasies, I told you how I wanted to be treated, but I was expecting to be disappointed. After all, how can reality live up to fantasy? But it's better! "When I am fantasizing, I always know what is coming. I always project how it will feel. But today, I didn't know what was coming. Even when you told me what to expect, I didn't know what to expect. You pushed me, and you hurt me, and you embarrassed me, and I have never been so sexually satisfied in my life. In a few minutes, you are going to take my last cherry, and my asshole is itching for you. "I've seen your cock hard, I've felt it in my mouth and up my cunt, and I know that there is no way in the world that it is going to fit up my ass, and do you know what? I don't care. Shove it in dry, and I'll take it. "I wanted this before. I knew that I wanted you to show me what my fantasies really could be. But now I want it more. My only problem is that I think that you are going to ruin me for every other man." I kissed him, and then I went back to my place and took another bite of my sandwich. He was looking at me, stunned. I smirked at the thought that I had caught him off guard. He finally shook his head and said, "A month from now you should remember, you pushed me to this." We finished the meal in silence, and when we were done I collected the remains and walked back downstairs, still naked. The sun was setting, and the lights in the house were on, making it more likely that someone would see me, but I didn't care. I finished putting everything away, and then went back upstairs. Jeff was propped up in bed, looking at me as I walked through the door. I went to the video camera and turned it back on then I climbed onto the bed and knelt at his feet. "I'm ready to give you my last cherry, Sir," I told him. I saw his cock twitch when I called him Sir, and I knew I had found one of his buttons. He smiled at me and said, "Go to the bathroom, pee and clean yourself up, then come back here." I went to the bathroom and did as he asked. I scrubbed as much of his cum out of me as I could, and used a wet washcloth on my asshole as well. I wanted to be squeaky clean for him. When I was done, I went back into my room for further instructions. Jeff had me get back onto my bed on my hands and knees, facing the mirror. He knelt behind me, running his fingers along my ass and hips. I felt Jeff start kissing my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue go down my thighs, then back up, swiping at my pussy. "Mmmmm, it's much better fresh," he said. He started licking my pussy in earnest. He licked all around, dipping his tongue into my slit then moving it down to my clit. I buried my face into the mattress in front of me as I jutted my ass further into the air, trying to get him to go deeper. He took my clit into his mouth and bit it. It hurt, and I almost came. Then he moved his tongue back up into my cunt, and then he moved it even further up, running the tip around the rosebud of my asshole. It was so nasty. Just the thought of him putting his big cock up my virgin asshole had me on the verge of cumming. Wait, let me correct that. Every god damn thing he had done today put me on the verge of cumming, with the exception of those things he did that actually made me cum. His tongue moved back down to my swampy cunt, then pulled away. I felt his lips around my clit, and then he bit it again, while at the same time sinking a finger into my ass to the second knuckle. It was a good thing that my face was in my mattress, or his parents might have heard me scream from next door. His tongue moved back between my lips as he sawed his finger in and out of my ass. He pulled the finger all the way out, and then pushed it back in even deeper. He repeated this maneuver a bunch of times, driving me absolutely insane. Then I groaned even deeper as I felt two fingers being forced into me. "It hurts, it hurts so much," I cried to Jeff. "Please put another one in!" "Oh no, my little fucktoy," he replied. "I'm not loosening you up that much. When my cock goes into you, you're going to feel it!" "Oh, god!" I exclaimed. "With your cock, if you put your whole fist in me I'm sure I'd still feel it when you fucked me!" "Maybe one day you'll find out," he whispered evilly. Then he took his fingers out of my ass and moved his mouth back over my pussy. He bit softly on my pussy lips, but it was still hard enough to send shivers throughout my body. I felt him kneel behind me, and then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I could see him in the mirror in front of me, holding my hair in his fist like he would the reins of a horse. I liked the image, so I whinnied lightly. "Oh, you like playing the mare?" he asked. "It's only appropriate," I panted, "considering that I am about to get mounted with a horse cock." "Look at me," he said seriously. "Look at me and tell me what you want." I looked right into the reflection of his eyes and I said, "Fuck my ass. Shove your huge cock right into my stomach. Use my ass for your pleasure. Don't show any mercy. Just fuck the ever living shit out of me!" And he did. He shoved his hips forward and speared my asshole. He didn't slow down for a second. He rammed his cock right into me. I don't think I've ever felt anything as painful in my life. He had lubricated his cock, but it was too large. It ripped through me, and I could feel it lacerating my insides. It hurt so much that it even took the sexual edge off. But only for a second. He was right to have me watch him. I watched him bury himself in me. I watched the pleasure that it gave him. I realized that he was using my pain for his pleasure. And it got me so hot, so fast, that I couldn't believe it. Once his cock was buried to the balls in my ass, he started fucking me with shallow strokes. The feel of his cock pulling back and forth on my sphincter was painful and amazing. I could feel the head of his cock moving back and forth deep inside me. And then he pulled my hair back hard, forcing me to rear onto my hands, and he grabbed a nipple ring in his hand and pulled. Once again I was feeling pain from multiple places, my nipple, my scalp and my ass, and once again I felt the ball of pain turning into a ball of pleasure. He wasn't even touching my clit, but I felt it pulsating. I bent my head down to look between my legs and I could see my pussy juice dripping onto the bed. As an added benefit, when I bent to look, it pulled my hair even harder. I reared my head back up, looked right into the reflection of his eyes and screamed, "Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass harder!" He did, shifting from shallow strokes to deep ones, which pulled the head of his cock right to my sphincter, causing me more pain, and exponentially more pleasure. I think it was the third stroke again that I started cumming. I screamed and dropped my head to the mattress, pulling my hair again and not caring. I shot a hand to my clit and pinched it between fingernails, abusing the same spot he had already bitten multiple times. I shuddered as I came even harder and my body collapsed, surprising Jeff and causing him to fall hard on top of me. When he fell on top of me it drove his cock even deeper then before. I was sure that he had to be damaging something internally, and I didn't care. I was coming so hard and my ass was squeezing his cock so hard, he could not move, but the pulsations caused him to start cumming anyway. I felt his cock growing and pulsing, though I couldn't feel the hot cum the way I had in my pussy and my mouth. I had probably already drained most of the cum from him. Jeff was collapsed on top of me, but I continued to come around his cock. I was still pulling at my clit when Jeff pulled my hand out from under me and held both wrists over my head again. "You're done when I'm done," he whispered in my ear. "But I'm still cumming," I whined. "What kind of slut would take a brutal ass fucking and not be able to stop cumming?" he asked me. "Your slut!" I cried. "Good answer," he said, and with his other hand he reached under my chest and pulled on my nipple ring while simultaneously pinching my abused nipple. At the same time, he started fucking my ass again with his cock, which had gone down a little, but was still quite firm. He pulled back until the head almost popped out and then pushed back in. Just a few strokes of that, combined with the nipple abuse, and I was cumming even harder. Finally he pulled all the way out of my ass and gave my ass a really hard slap. It was like a switch, and I finally finished cumming. I collapsed on the bed, and he collapsed next to me. We both lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes, then I felt his hand start fondling my ass again. "I've taken all of your cherries," he told me. "I haven't left you anything to give to anyone else. How are you going to feel when you find the person you want to marry, and you have to tell him that there is no more virgin territory for him?" "I'll tell him that I lost all my cherries in one night of amazing debauchery," I said, "and if he works real hard, in a month he might be able to make me cum as much as I came in that one night, but only if he is really good." Jeff laughed and kissed my neck as he slipped two fingers into my gaping asshole. "Oh, don't start again," I begged. "If I get going again, I'll never be able to stop cumming!" He laughed again and knelt next to me. "Stay right there," he said. He walked out of my room, and I just lay in the bed, only half conscious. In a little while he was back, rolled me over onto my back and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and murmured, "Where are you taking me?" "I'm taking you downstairs," he said. "I called the football team and they are all waiting to gangbang you." "Mmmmm, I'll do anything you want," I told him, kissing his neck. Instead of taking me downstairs, however, he took me through my mother's bedroom into her bathroom. My mother has a large Jacuzzi, and he had filled it with warm water. He gently placed me in the tub and then climbed in behind me. He turned the jets on and pointed them at my abused body. He shampooed my hair and then rubbed a soap-filled washcloth all over my body. The coarse cloth rubbed my body deliciously. When I was all clean he quickly washed himself, then got up and left the room. In a few minutes he came back and had me stand up in the tub. He drained the tub and dried me off. Then he picked me up again and carried me back to my bed. He had stripped the bed and remade it with clean sheets! He laid me down on the bed and kissed my head. He put the required antiseptic on my nipples and covered me up. He slipped into the bed, spooned up behind me and kissed me good night. Just before I fell asleep he whispered, "Welcome to your new life, Rachel." ------- Part 2: Summer ------- Chapter 10: The Day After I woke up in the morning with a soft, wet, lovely feeling around my cock. I looked down towards my crotch and saw Rachel looking up at me. "Am I doing a good job?" she asked. "Certainly passable," I told her. "Keep practicing and I know you'll get it just right." She smiled at me and continued her duties. This was the second time in a row that I was waking up to a blow-job. A boy could really get used to this! Even though this year would be about Rachel and her needs, I could at least console myself that I would be enjoying it to the fullest! Meanwhile, I lay back down and enjoyed the feelings that Rachel was giving me. She really was getting better, taking her cues from my moans; I knew that it was important to train her right, and positive feedback was the best way. Twice I had Rachel back off so that I could prolong my pleasure, but I finally had enough and wanted my release, so I grabbed her head and held myself in her mouth as I shot my cum. When I was finished, I relaxed while Rachel gently used her tongue to clean me off. When I started moving, Rachel asked, "What's the plan for today, Jeff?" I smiled and said, "Whatever I want, I thought." She nodded and I continued, "Let's get cleaned up and we'll go over to my house for a bit." I got up and went to the bathroom, and Rachel followed. I stood at the toilet and peed, with Rachel watching intently. Apparently, this was new for her as well. "Fascinating?" I asked her. She nodded her head and said, "I've never seen a boy pee before." "What about those statues?" I asked. "A little willy spurting water out of a stone statue is something quite different from your lovely cock streaming piss," she said haughtily. My stream petered out and I shook my dick. I said, "Maybe next time you can hold it." "Can I?" she asked eagerly. "Yes, my little slut, next time you can even aim for me," I told her. When I was done peeing I turned on the shower and dragged her in with me. I enjoyed soaping her and rubbing her all over. This was the first time I had showered with a girl, and I resolved to do it with all my girlfriends. When we were clean, and perhaps a little excited as well, we got dressed; I put on my clothes from yesterday and she put on a short dress, the only thing I'd allow her to wear. We headed next door and quietly went upstairs. I knew that my parents were probably still in bed; they liked sleeping in on weekends. I also knew that Michelle had covered for me last night. I went to Michelle's room and quietly opened the door. I peeked in and I saw that she was still asleep, lying under the covers. From the look of her shoulders peeking out the top, she had not worn anything to bed. I gestured Rachel to follow me into the room, and I closed the door behind her. "Strip," I whispered. "What?" Rachel exclaimed in a strangled whisper. "Strip," I repeated quietly. Rachel looked at me in desperation but did what I asked. "My parents taught me to share all my toys with my sister," I explained to Rachel in a quiet voice. "I wouldn't dream of not sharing my latest toy. "I want you to go over to the other side of the bed and climb under the covers with Michelle. Then I want you to press up against her and wrap your arms around her. I want you to play gently with her breast until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" Rachel nodded jerkily and went around the bed to do as I asked. I sat in a chair on the near side of Michelle's bed and watched her. I saw the line of Michelle's nude leg as Rachel got into the bed, but that was quickly covered. I saw Rachel's hand under the cover, and I heard Michelle moan quietly. I was watching Michelle's face the whole time, and I enjoyed the small smile on the corner of her mouth. Eventually I saw her eyes flutter open, and she tensed as she felt the real hand on her breast and she saw me looking at her. I saw Rachel freeze up as she realized that Michelle was awake. "What's going on, J?" Michelle asked. I smiled and flicked my eyes to Rachel, and she understood the glance and began her caresses again. "I know that you always complain that I don't share my toys," I told Michelle, "so I thought I'd share this one." Michelle groaned and said, "Thank you, but can you give me a little privacy with her?" "No way!" I exclaimed. "I remember what you did with the toys that I did share. I don't want to get this one back missing a limb, or with its hair cut off!" "Hey, you were the one that did that to my Barbies!" she complained. "Besides," she said, grinding her ass back against Rachel's crotch, "it feels like this one is already bald!" Rachel flushed and groaned deeply at that comment. "Nevertheless," I said, "I'm not letting you get this toy alone. If you want to play, you have to let me watch!" Michelle looked at me intently. This was not part of any deal that we had made, but she was certainly steamed up. As I said earlier, my relationship with my sister was pretty good, but we did not do casual nudity, and we certainly have never had a sexual relationship. I think that Michelle realized I was pushing Rachel, not her. However it was her body that I was using to do it. But the way I saw it, it was her fault; after all, she was the one that put that image of her with a dildo into my mind. "Very well," she said after a few moments of thought. She turned over and wrapped her arms around a surprised Rachel and gave her a deep kiss. "Thanks for the wakeup call," she whispered to Rachel as she fondled Rachel's lovely tit. Michelle made out with Rachel for a few minutes, and then backed off and asked me, "So what have you done with her?" I thought about how to respond for a few seconds, then I said, "Suffice it to say that she is no longer a virgin in any way." Michelle looked over at me with raised eyebrows and said, "Really bro? You work fast!" She looked back at Rachel, who was blushing furiously, then said to me, "I don't think you are quite correct." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You might think that you took all her cherries," Michelle explained, "but has she ever had another girl's fingers up her twat?" I could see from the movements under the blankets as well as Rachel's gasp that Michelle was taking care of that particular cherry for me. "You are so crude," I told Michelle. "Me crude?" Michelle asked, her arm continuing to move under the covers. "I am not the one who tried to get his fuck toy in between his sister's legs!" "That's not what I did!" I complained weakly. "Right, like you didn't expect to see your toy between my legs!" Michelle told me. Then she turned to Rachel and said quietly, "You do know that is where you are going next, don't you? You've got me all worked up, and I want relief. I want your tongue on my clit!" Rachel looked over at me with a combination of fear and lust, but I just repeated, "We share our toys." Michelle smiled at me and started pushing Rachel down the bed. Rachel's head slipped under the covers and I saw the lump moving down to Michelle's midsection. I knew exactly the moment that Rachel's tongue started its work from the gasp that Michelle emitted as well as the look on her face as her eyes glazed over. Rachel might have been a beginner, but she clearly dove into her task with the same vigor as she did my blowjob. One unexpected benefit was that her wiggling and moving under the covers caused the blankets to pull down, and Michelle was in no condition to even notice it, let alone fix it. I watched as Michelle's tits slowly became exposed, and I have to admit that Michelle had very nice tits. I was getting very excited, both by the sight of Michelle's tits as well as the knowledge that Rachel was eating her to orgasm right in front of me. In very little time I heard Michelle gasping and moaning, and I saw her take Rachel's head in her hands and pull her tight. Michelle's upper body clenched and bent over as she wheezed quietly. I suppose it was a weird thing to be thinking at the time, but I was amazed at the myriad of different ways that girls cum. Despite my roving thoughts, my cock clearly had only one thing on its mind. As soon as I was sure that Michelle had finished I hissed, "Get over here Rachel!" Rachel scurried out from under the covers to stand next to me. In the process, she pulled the covers off of Michelle, exposing her completely to me. I glanced over and saw that Michelle had a tuft of fine blonde hair pointing to her pussy, but her pussy lips were shaved clean. She squeaked as soon as she realized that she was exposed and she pulled the blankets back up to cover all her private areas. When there was no more of Michelle to see, I grabbed Rachel's head and pulled her in for a kiss. That kiss had the dual benefit of allowing me to feel Rachel's hot, probing tongue in my mouth, as well as giving me a taste of my sister's pussy, albeit indirect. When I had my fill, I pulled away and told Rachel, "Your show got me really worked up. You gave my sister pleasure with your mouth, now do the same for me!" I pushed her down and she shoved my pants down and dropped her mouth over my cock. She worked me hard for a minute, then pulled off and started licking around the base. She licked up the sides while staring my sister in the eyes. Michelle watched as Rachel slowly pleasured me; just as this had been my first view of her body, this was her first view of mine. "You're not such a little brother," Michelle said breathlessly, and I wasn't sure if the lack of breath was because of what Rachel had just done to her, or because of the view in front of her. In either case, I was not in the mood to be teased for Michelle's or Rachel's benefit, so I urged Rachel to stop teasing. In a very short amount of time I was ready to blow again, and I whispered to Rachel, "Don't swallow," as I held her head in place around my cock and blew into her mouth. When I was finished I pulled back and rested Rachel's head in my lap for a minute. I watched Michelle watching me as I pulled my pants back up. "Go give Michelle a kiss and thank her for being your first woman," I told Rachel. She looked up at me with an evil grin and walked sexily back to Michelle. Rachel climbed up onto the bed next to Michelle, and without warning, she pulled the blankets off Michelle, stripping her to view again. She swung her leg over Michelle, straddling her hips as she bent over, grabbed the back of Michelle's head, and planted a big kiss on her. I saw Michelle's eyes go wide as she got into the kiss. A moment later Rachel jumped off of Michelle and came back to stand near me. Michelle pulled the blankets back up to her and yelled at me, "You stinker! You told her to give me your cum!" I smiled and said, "I tasted your cum on her, I thought it was only fair that you get a taste of mine!" Michelle grabbed her pillow and started pummeling both of us. "Get out of here, and take your fuck toy with you!" she said, laughing. I grabbed Rachel's hand and we ran to my room. We fell onto my bed laughing, until Rachel said, "Oh no, I left my dress in Michelle's room! How am I going to get it back?" "Don't worry," I told her, "I'm sure she'd be willing to give it back to you. For a price!" We both fell back onto the bed, laughing. ------- Chapter 11: The Beach After the night and morning of losing so many of my cherries, things became startlingly normal. I expected to be at Jeff's beck and call constantly, but that is not what happened. Instead, after I went home that day, things went back to the way they were the previous week! We still hung out, but Jeff made no more sexual moves. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but I couldn't get up the courage! About a week later, Jeff invited me to the beach for the day. The first sign that he was up to something was when he picked out the bathing suit for me to wear. It was a string bikini, tying behind my back and at my hips, but it was a bikini I had worn frequently before, and there was nothing too unusual about his request that I wear it. The beach that we went to was reasonably close to where we lived. The particular beach that he picked had a fairly diverse crowd, some families with kids, but mostly kids our age, many of whom we knew, and a bunch of college kids. We arrived at the beach towards late morning and hung around a bit. We went swimming and goofed around, and we talked to some other kids that we knew. We had lunch a little early, and then he said, "Let me bury you in the sand." What the heck, I thought, so I lay down and said, "Do your worst!" He smiled at me, and started digging around me. First he had me pick up my legs and he scooped out large piles of sand from underneath them. Then he put my legs into the holes he had dug and covered them over. The sand was cool and moist, and actually felt good on me. He then dug out large trenches to my sides and put my arms in them, covering them as well. Finally he reached playfully under me and scooped out a little sand, but not that much. He then started covering my torso, but he did it more lightly, so that there was only a thin covering. Next he piled sand under my head so that I had a pillow, raising my head enough so that I could see down my body. He put sunglasses on me and stood up to survey his work. "Can you move your arms or legs?" he asked. I wiggled, and when I did the sand started coming off my torso. "Not without messing everything up," I said. "Excellent," he replied, "just one final touch." He then knelt next to me, dug his hands under my sides and untied my bikini top! He looked around, and seeing the coast reasonably clear, he pulled it off. Then he scooped up some of the light dry sand and covered my tits lightly. "What are you doing?" I hissed at him. "Whatever I want," he said, smiling again. He then reached down and unfastened my bikini bottoms and removed them as well, again covering me with the dry sand. "I wouldn't move around too much," he told me. "And I'd pray that it doesn't get too windy, if I were you." With that, he grabbed my bikini and wandered off. I could not believe that bastard. I was lying on the beach, people all around, and I was completely naked! My arms and legs were effectively bound; any movement would expose my nudity to everyone. On top of that, the heavy sand he had piled on made it feel as if I were trapped. I looked down and saw that for now, at least, I was covered. But I was naked! I was bare! I could be completely exposed at the slightest wind. The evil, scheming, perfect bastard. I knew I was getting sand in my crotch, but the fluids leaking out would probably wash it away! For the next ten minutes I watched as people walked by, some smiling at the girl buried in the sand, none of them realizing my secret. A short while later, some kids were running and playing along the beach, and one tripped over my leg. It took all my willpower not to jump up when it happened, but I stayed still, and the boy apologized and ran away. I looked down and saw that my stomach was now clear of sand, probably because of an unconscious clench, but that I was still covered strategically, though with perhaps a little less sand than earlier. I stayed that way for another ten minutes or so before a shadow covered my face. "And how is my little exhibitionist slut?" Jeff asked me. "Humiliated!" I answered. "Wet?" he asked. "You know I am!" was my reply. "Good," he said. He put a straw into my mouth and I sucked cool, delicious water down my throat. I was so worried I hadn't even realized how thirsty I was. He let me drink until I was satisfied, and then he said, "I hope you are comfortable, because you are going to be here the rest of the day." With that statement, he moved to my side again and started brushing the sand off just over my pussy. He replaced the sand there with wetter sand, and then started making marks in it. When he was done with that he repositioned the sand over the rest of my body so that I was better covered. Then he moved about 5 feet away, spread out his towel and laid down to read. I watched him for a few minutes, and then I watched the people around me. I never realized how slowly time moved when you had absolutely nothing to do but fantasize about a whole beach seeing you without your clothes. I don't know how much later it was, but I noticed some of my friends from school coming down the beach. I saw Camille, and when she noticed me she ran over and dropped down next to me. "Cool entombment," she said. "Who did it?" "Jeff," I said, nodding my head lightly over to where Jeff was lying with his eyes closed. "Excellent," she replied. "A couple of us are going to meet in a bit up on the boardwalk. Want to come?" What to do? What to say? "Ummm, I think I'll stay like this until Jeff gets up," I said. It sounded lame, even to me, but Camille shrugged and stood up. She looked down at me again and got a funny look on her face. "Jeff did this to you?" she asked. "Uh, huh," I replied. She got a big smile and said, "Remind me to ask you how it all ended later." I wasn't sure what she meant, and I frantically looked down to see if I was uncovered, but everything appeared to be in order. I sighed and leaned back. A little while later, Jeff came back to me and put another straw in my mouth. When I was done drinking, he slathered my face with more lotion and started walking away. "Um, Jeff?" I said. "What?" he asked, turning to look at me. "I... um, you see... uh, look, I have to pee!" "OK," he said, turning around to walk away again. "Can I have my suit so that I can go to the bathroom?" I asked. "I didn't say you could get up," he told me. "But I have to pee!" I complained. "Really badly!" "The sand's already wet," he said. "A little more won't change anything." He went back to his towel, lay down and closed his eyes. I waited for as long as I could, but eventually my bladder gave out on me, and I did as he told me; I peed in the sand. It felt so good that I sighed a little as I released it. I saw Jeff looking over at me and smiling. That evil bastard! The warm sun was beating down on me, and I was surprised when I realized that I had fallen asleep. I woke up when a shadow fell over me and I saw Jeff repositioning some of the sand. "You move in your sleep," he told me. "Your whole tit was uncovered. Luckily, only some little kids saw it." I was mortified. I had been uncovered in public. Jeff ignored my gibbering and gave me more water to drink. Then he went back to his towel. The sun was starting to go down, so I was hoping that this day would soon be over. I saw Jeff squinting down the beach, and then I saw him rummaging through his bag. He walked over, and I saw my bikini in his hand. I was saved! "Some of your friends are coming this way," he told me. "I thought you'd feel more comfortable with your suit nearby." Then he walked back to his towel. I looked where he had pointed and I saw that there was a large group coming. I looked over at my bathing suit, and I realized that there was no way for me to get into it in time. I saw Camille leading everyone over and I knew that if I tried getting it on, they would see me doing it. And since I couldn't move, they would all see the bathing suit lying next to me! I was frantic when they all gathered around me. "Are you still under there?" Camille exclaimed. "You are going to dehydrate!" "Um, Jeff gave me water before," I replied weakly. Camille looked over to where Jeff was apparently asleep again and asked, "If he was up, why didn't you get up and find us?" "Umm, Jeff asked me to stay like this," I answered. Camille shook her head, then she noticed my bikini. "Is that yours?" she asked in surprise. "Um, it's one that my mom brought. Mine had a tear in it," I told her. "Oh, is that why you've stayed buried this whole time? Couldn't you just use a towel?" "I guess," I said. Carol, another friend, looked down at my crotch and asked, "What's that?" "Just something Jeff put on," Camille said with a smile. Then she motioned to the others to go, saying, "Maybe we can hang together another day." "OK," I said in relief, glad they were going. But just before they left, Carol took my suit and laid it over my body in the right place. It made it even more embarrassing, because it now looked like I wasn't wearing a suit! It was only a few minutes later when Jeff came over and started brushing the sand away. He brushed it off my tits first, then off my pussy. Then he dug my arms out and helped me sit up before slipping the top over my tits. He brushed my whole top off with his towel before having me stand up. He held his towel around me as I brushed the sand off and donned my bottoms. I looked up at him and thought about what he had put me through that day. Then I demanded, "Jeff, take me somewhere and fuck me right now!" Jeff smiled with that evil smile I was beginning to dread and said, "If you get fucked, it's going to be my way," he said. "Any way you want, just do it now!" I demanded. He gathered his stuff up, far too slowly for my taste, took my hand and walked down to the boardwalk. It was a little late by this point, and most people were off of the beach. When we got to the boardwalk, he led me under it and we walked a ways to a deserted part. Then he dropped his bag and reached behind me to untie and remove my top. He grabbed me and kissed me hotly. Then he turned me around and pressed me into a nearby piling, telling me to stay still. He took my top and tied it around a wrist, then he pulled the top around the piling and tied it to my other wrist. He pulled it tightly, so that my tits were pressed into the piling. I started breathing heavily when I realized what he was going to do. He was going to fuck me while I was bound to the piling! I felt him unfastening my bottoms, and they dropped to the sand. I heard him behind me, removing his trunks. "Mmmmm," he said. "This angle is going to be difficult. Whatever shall we do?" Then I felt his solution. He had lubed his cock, and he was pressing it into my asshole. The surprise must have relaxed me, because he was able to sink it to the hilt in one slow push. When he bottomed out, he put his mouth near my ear and whispered, "I am going to fuck your ass now. I am not going to hold back. I am going to fuck you hard until I cum. Now the trick is, you have to cum first. If I don't believe you have cum, then after I cum I will leave you tied here while I find someone else. Then I will have them fuck your ass. And I will repeat that until I feel that you've cum. Have fun, Rachel!" Then he started sawing in and out of me. I could feel his hot, hard cock. I could smell the boardwalk smells. I could hear the footsteps and the voices just above me. At one point, I could even recognize the person talking. And I could feel his cock. That was the main thing. His cock and my pussy being pushed against the piling. I was getting close, but I thought he would beat me to his orgasm when he gave a particularly hard push. It made me move up onto my toes, and at the same time it pushed a splinter of wood into my tit. The pain of that, combined with the activities of the day, and I was over the top. It took all my energy not to shriek in pleasure, but as it was I think conversation died a bit above us as people heard me. Just a moment later I felt the additional lubrication that told me that Jeff had just cum in my ass. He slumped over my back and breathed heavily in my ear. He said, "That was a good cum I had, and it felt like you had a good one just before I did." "Oh, it was good!" I told him. He pulled himself out of me and pulled my bottoms up. Them he untied my hands and pulled me into him. "Oh god!" he exclaimed, looking down at my tit. The splinter was huge, and looked nasty. I reached down and pulled it out as he tried to apologize and express concern. "Don't!" I said. "This lovely splinter is what made me cum!" I kissed him, then took his hand and started towards the end of the boardwalk. "I can't wait until the next time you ask me to the beach," I said, as we walked to our car. ------- Chapter 12: Interludes Much of the summer was the same. Jeff went for long periods of time acting as if we were only platonic friends before springing something crazy on me. The next thing he sprung on me was actually done on the beach day, but I didn't discover it until that night. When I got home, I took a shower. When I got out, I was looking in the mirror at myself when I noticed a redness in my crotch. Looking closer, I realized what it was. Jeff had moved some sand away below my bikini line, and spelled out a word. There it was, sunburned into my pale skin for everyone who saw me naked to see: SLUT. I couldn't believe it! Knowing Jeff, there would be a lot of people who would see me naked, and they would see the sign that I was a slut. Well, it wasn't permanent, so it was within the rules. I looked more closely, and then I put my fingers up my cunt as I thought about all the people that would see that I was a slut. ------- I noticed over the course of the summer that besides acting like a just a friend, there were three categories of acts that Jeff would inflict upon me. Category one was humiliation. The events on the beach fell into this category. Another example of my humiliation occurred when we were out driving. We were talking about inconsequential subjects when all of a sudden he quietly said, "Get undressed." It took me a moment to realize what he had said, and after my inevitable query of confusion, he told me, "Take off all your clothes." At this point we were driving down a highway, and while it wasn't exactly like being stripped in Times Square, there was no question that people would see me. Nevertheless, I began to remove my clothes. When I was naked, he took my clothes and shoved them under the back seat, where it would take me a little time to get at them. He then told me to lean my seat back a little and to put my feet up on the dashboard. Interestingly enough, he made sure that I put my seat belt back on; safety first, I guess. For a few minutes, he simply had me lie there. Then I heard a honk and looked to the side. A trucker was looking down at me and smiling. Jeff said, "Wave to the nice man." I did as he asked, and even smiled, though I imagine it was a sickly little smile. Jeff kept us moving, and about a dozen people saw my charms before he gave me my next instructions. "Masturbate for me," he said. This time I didn't even say 'What?' I reached down, and it came as no surprise to me that I was soaked. I started playing with myself, and I know that I heard a lot of honking in the background, but I didn't notice much of it. All I could think about was that I was masturbating in a car, going down the highway, with people watching me. I knew that some people really liked watching me, but what got me off was the occasional glimpse I got of a disapproving look from a car that we were passing. I would see the frown and know they thought I was a filthy disgusting slut who was such a skank that she had to get off in a car. It sent such delicious tingles of humiliation through me that I was ready to cum in no time. I felt a breeze on me, and I realized that Jeff had opened the window. I looked at him, but he simply said, "Cum." I came. I shrieked my joy at the top of my lungs. Anyone passing by with their window open would have heard me, and my cries were unmistakable. My cum went on for a really long time, but finally I was exhausted and I slumped to the seat. I was lying there trying to catch my breath when Jeff grabbed the hand that had been in my pussy and started licking my fingers off. "Delicious," he said when he was done. The rest of the trip I remained naked. He finally allowed me to dress after we had pulled into the parking lot of our destination, though he kept my underwear for himself. ------- The second category of acts that Jeff inflicted upon me was painful things. I remember one time that my mother was gone for the day and Jeff came over again. He took me to the backyard and had me strip. He then staked me down to the ground. It felt lovely to be stretched out, and he checked if I was comfortable. When I confirmed that I was, he took the ropes attached to my wrists and ankles and tightened them up. Soon I was stretched well beyond comfort; I could feel the stretch in my muscles and joints. Jeff then reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out some twine. He started wrapping the scratchy material around me. He strung some of it through my nipple rings, and he wrapped some through my crotch, pulling my pussy lips open. When he was done with his ropes, he left me there. Every time I moved or even twitched, I could feel the pull on my joints and the twine digging in to me. I felt every bug that landed on me or crawled over me. A few minutes later Jeff returned, and he started laying out various tools that I knew he would use on me. He had a ruler, a pizza wheel, a crop, a fork and about a dozen other implements that I knew could be put to a wicked use on my body. The thing that really got my attention was a bullwhip. I don't know where he had gotten that evil looking thing, but I have already mentioned my recurring Harrison Ford fantasy, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what that would feel like on my skin for real. But I knew that I was going to find out. Jeff also had a pitcher of water, and took a large drink for himself. Then he held a glass over my head and poured a drink into my open mouth. No neat straws for me today; I managed to drink a lot, and get an even larger amount poured over my face, neck and breasts. When he was done giving me a drink he took another large drink. He then retrieved my discarded panties and ran them up and down my crotch. The panties soaked up a lot of my moisture, while simultaneously pressing the twine into my pussy. After my panties were soaked, he brought them up to my face and said, "Wouldn't want to bother the neighbors, would we?" Then he shoved my panties into my mouth, gagging me for the activities ahead. Over the course of the next few hours, Jeff used many of the implements on me. He didn't restrict himself to my privates, either. For instance, the ruler he used on my arms, legs and stomach, though the pizza wheel was used only around my breasts. I discovered that a crop applied to your pussy hurts like hell. Forks and knives were used to poke tiny holes all over my body. He had my alligator clips, and he attached one to my clit, then strung a thread from it to my nipple rings. About a half an hour into his tortures he stood up over me, unfastened his pants, took out his cock and pissed all over my legs. He started from the bottom and worked his way up. Throughout the day he was drinking large cups of water, and about every half hour he pissed on a different part of my body. This was the day that proved to me that I could cum an infinite amount of times. Interspersed between the pain he was inflicting and the humiliation of being pissed on, Jeff almost continuously played with my body. I came when he spanked me. I came when he poked me. I came when he pissed on me. When his piss hit my pussy I thought that I would explode! I came watching him practice with the bullwhip. I came when he gently ran his fingers through my pussy. I came when he stood over me and jerked off, his cum splashing my face and tits. I came when he brought out the video camera and taped me, covered in sweat, piss and cum, my body marked by hundreds of marks. I came when he lay down on top of me and fucked me, pulling my limbs even tighter. I came when he removed the stakes from the ground, flipped me over, and fucked my pussy, then pulled out and came in my ass. I came when he restaked me, face down, and he showed me what a bullwhip feels like when applied to your back and ass. At the end of the day, he took out the garden hose and hosed me down. I was exhausted, bruised and battered, and I could not thank him enough. That was the most intensely painful experience he gave me that summer, though at seemingly random times during the course of the summer he would take some action that would cause me pain and orgasm. ------- The third category of acts that Jeff inflicted on me was for his pleasure. These actually amused me quite a bit, because Jeff appeared guilty for using me that way. Jeff took his role as sexual facilitator of my kinks quite seriously. But every now and then I must have really gotten to him, and he used me strictly for his pleasure. One time Jeff came over, saw me bending over in a short dress, and he pulled me onto the table and fucked me from behind until he came. Another time he had me come outside and blow him in the back yard. As I said, after each of these occasions Jeff felt guilty for using me in that way. The silly boy couldn't seem to realize that I liked it as much as he did! ------- Chapter 13: The Poker Game The final major event of the summer happened in the days just before school. I knew something was up when Jeff instructed me in what to wear. As per his instructions, I was wearing short shorts, a cropped tank top and reasonably conservative bra and panties. We were at his house and his parents were gone. Michelle was home, but she had said that she would be in her room the remainder of the night. The doorbell rang and Jeff went to answer it. He came back with four guys we knew from school. They all greeted me when they came in, though they seemed surprised to see me. I was surprised to see them as well. "Are you playing too?" John asked. I looked at Jeff quizzically, and he replied for me. "Rachel, umm, lost a bet with me. As a result, she's agreed to be our serving girl for our poker game tonight." I gave Jeff a look, but I didn't question him. "Wench, go make up some snacks while we start our game," Jeff demanded. The other's snickered at that, but I dutifully went into the kitchen and put some things together. When I got back into the room, I saw that they had divided up the chips and Jeff was dealing the first hand. I put the snacks on the table and waited for my next command. "What's with the extra chips?" Neal asked, pointing to a small pile of chips near Jeff. "Those are special chips," Jeff said. "You'll see what they are for later." The play went around and around, and most people were remaining reasonably even. The exception was Jeff, who seemed to be on a losing streak. I continued to get the guys drinks and refill the snacks throughout the evening. Finally, Jeff was nearly out of chips, and the pot was growing. There was a raise that he could not meet, and Jeff said, "How about I call your raise with this?" and he threw one of the small chips off his special pile into the pot. "What is that worth?" Stephan asked. "That chip represents Rachel's shirt," Jeff answered. "Whoever wins the pot gets to keep Rachel's shirt." The room suddenly got quiet and I felt all eyes turn to me. As they played out the hand, I took a closer look at the pile of chips near Jeff. There were three other small chips. Those and the one in the pot were clearly for the four items of clothing that he had me wearing. Then there were three medium sized chips and one large chip. I didn't know what they were for, but my stomach was flipping as ideas went through my head. The hand was quickly over, and Chris won the pot. They all looked at me as I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my bra. As I said, Jeff had dressed me in a fairly conservative bra, so it didn't show too much, but I knew that it would be coming off later. Jeff threw the next chip in for his next hand; by silent agreement, his chip matched anything that the others put into the pot. As the hand played out, I looked around at the people sitting around the table. The boys around the table formed a pretty diverse group. Chris, who was in possession of my shirt, was the youngest; he was going to be a junior this year. He was on a few of the sports teams and was dating a cheerleader, all in all a very popular guy; when he was a senior he'd probably be big man on campus. Being a jock, he was in fairly good shape. He was well muscled, well put together and quite handsome. He was also a reasonably nice guy, but I had no doubts how he would react to whatever he was offered tonight. Stephan was a different story. He was also going to be a senior, but he was not someone that I thought that Jeff hung out with. At first I was sort of surprised to see him here tonight, and then I realized what Jeff was up to. Stephan was a weasel. Whatever happened in this room tonight, it would be all over town by the next day. In fact, it would be blown out of proportion. If Stephan got to cop a feel, he would tell everyone that he did me and my sister at the same time, regardless of the fact that I don't have a sister. Upon reflection, I realized that Jeff's plan was ingenious. People would not believe what Stephan said, but they would know that something happened. Neal and John were both close friends of Jeff's, and consequently, I knew them pretty well too. Neal was tall and gawky, but in a good looking sort of way. He was a bookworm, somewhat of a nerd, but a nice guy. John was closer in model to Jeff; he didn't reside in any particular clique, but rather floated around all of them. He wasn't a jock or a nerd, but he could communicate reasonably well with either group. After looking around I realized what this poker game was: my coming out party. Despite what people said or didn't say, believed or didn't believe, after this night people would know that Rachel Miller was a slut. Jeff had better hurry this game up, or by the time he got to my panties they would be a sodden mess. "Rachel!" I heard Jeff say. I looked up and I realized that the hand was over, and Stephan had won. "Shorts," Jeff said, and I slipped off my shorts. My embarrassment increased as I realized that I had a wet spot clearly visible on my panties, and my smell was wafting around the room. Of course that simply made everything worse. I was down to just my bra and panties and Jeff anted up another chip. I watched the play this time, and soon John had won the hand. All eyes turned to me again as I reached behind me and opened my bra. With a red face, I slipped the garment down my arms and handed it to John. Everyone stared at my pierced nipples. "Rachel, please freshen up everyone's drinks and snacks before our next hand," Jeff instructed. I went around to each person's seat and retrieved their cup. Everyone was taking a good, long look at my body, except for Stephan who tried to feel up my ass. Jeff must have been on the lookout for this behavior, because he said sharply, "No touching!" Stephan, being the weasel that he was, quickly backed off. Despite the no touching rule, there was a certain amount of brushing of bare flesh that happened when I bent over or leaned between people. All too quickly the snacks and drinks were refilled and they were on to the last hand. Jeff threw the last small chip into the pot and dealt the cards. There must have been some fairly good hands, because the raises and calls brought the pot up fairly quickly. In the end, everyone flipped their cards, and I was relieved to see that Jeff had won the big pot. As Jeff raked his chips in, Stephan said in a disappointed tone of voice, "You get to keep the chip?" "Oh, no," Jeff said, "Once a chip is in play, it's in play." He held out his hand to me, indicating that I should remove my panties. I could feel the blush spreading from my face to my stomach as I slipped the panties down my legs and off my feet. I bent over to pick them up, then I handed them to Jeff. Jeff took my panties and held them up to his nose, sniffing deeply. "Mmmmm, moist and warm," he said. "Perfect." "Holy shit," Stephan exclaimed. "You've got a tattoo." He was pointing my SLUT tan mark. At the beginning of the summer Jeff had sunburned the word SLUT into my skin, and during the summer he took every opportunity to refresh it. As a result, the word was quite visible on my white skin. I would have expected Jeff to make me tan nude, but he never did. He insisted on bikinis, and as a result I had white triangles around my nipples and pussy, which made the SLUT stand out even more. I attempted to cover my pussy with my hands, but a stern look from Jeff stopped me. The boys all drooled over me for a while before Jeff started dealing the next hand. Since Jeff now had more regular chips, he started betting those instead of one of the four remaining chips. This went on for about another 45 minutes, with me serving the food naked. Jeff's luck, however, appeared to still be bad, as he was soon down to almost no chips. Finally the pot got too large for him to meet, and he threw one of the three medium sized chips into the pot. Everyone looked at each other before John asked, "What does that chip get us?" Jeff smiled and said, "The winner of this chip sits out the next hand. While us losers are playing, Rachel will be under the table, blowing the winner." Everyone, including me, gasped at that pronouncement. This was it; my first cock other than Jeff's. And while the others were looking at me in anticipation, I was looking at the other chips that Jeff had: two more blowjobs, and then a final, larger prize. Jeff dealt the cards, and I watched as the betting increased, but no one was really interested in the money. They wanted the chip. Finally the cards were turned over and John won the chip. He looked at me goofily while Jeff said, "Next hand. Have fun John!" Jeff turned to look at me, and I walked over to John and knelt down next to him. I crawled under the table and got between his legs. One good thing about this setup was that no one would be watching me. I unfastened John's pants and pulled down his zipper. I pulled out his cock, which was a nice size, though smaller than Jeff's. I played with it a minute while I examined it, then I got down to the deed. I heard the play above me, and I knew I would soon be servicing another guy. I took the head of John's cock into my mouth and I heard a sharp gasp and a groan from above me. "Good, isn't she?" Jeff asked crudely. John only groaned in response, but I took perverse pride in the fact that Jeff announced that I was good at blowjobs. He had always said that I would learn to be real good with practice, and I guess that his comment demonstrated that he felt I was good enough to share. With that thought in mind, I attacked my task with even greater vigor. Given the events of the day, it was not surprising when John groaned loudly and dumped a salty load in my mouth after just a few minutes. Just before he came, however, I heard an exultant "Yes!" from above. When I had finished with John, I saw that Stephan's cock was already out of his pants, but I heard Jeff confirm, "Stephan next. Will you be joining us this round, John?" "I need one more hand to rest," John replied, and I felt proud again that I had drained him so well. I moved over to Stephan and took his prick in my hand. It was a smaller prick than John's, and it didn't look particularly clean. But a girl's got to do what her owner tells her to do, so I took the head in my mouth. I had sucked him up and down maybe twice when he groaned and spurted in my mouth. I had heard that the taste of cum differs by what a person eats, so Stephan must have been eating some real foul food, because his cum did not taste good at all! "So fast," Jeff asked. "We didn't even get to play the next hand!" Stephan just pushed me away, put his dick back in his pants, and went to the bathroom. "You might as well stay down there," Jeff told me. "Let's see who'll win this one." It was just Jeff, Neal, and Chris in this hand, so it went a little faster. There wasn't much chatter as they called; no one seemed interested in raising, they just wanted it over. In the end, I heard Neal groan in disappointment. "Chris it is," Jeff said, and I crawled over there. Chris turned out to be about the size of John, but he lasted quite a bit longer. I enjoyed the feel of his cock in my mouth, and when he eventually came, I happily swirled his cum around my mouth to get rid of Stephan's taste. "Come on out," Jeff said, and I crawled out from under the table and went to stand near Jeff. "There's some cum on your chin," he told me, and I wiped it off with my hand and unconsciously licked the remains off of my fingers. All the boys chuckled at that. Stephan was back at the table when Jeff started the next hand. Everyone anted up, and Jeff threw in the last large chip. Neal, who had not won anything of mine yet, asked, "What is the big one for?" "This one," Jeff said, holding up the chip, "is good for one extra special fuck from our dear Rachel." Another large gasp went around the room, and I moaned. You have to remember that before today, everyone knew me as the Ice Princess, the girl you couldn't even get to first base with. Now my sexual services were being used as currency, and not even in a very high stakes game. Everyone anted up and the play went around quickly. When the deal was over, everyone started turning their cards over. For a minute, to my horror, it looked like Stephan would win with three of a kind, but then Jeff flipped over a full house. "Well, for an unlucky day, I certainly ended up lucky!" he said, and he grabbed my hand. "You guys can play another few hands; we'll be back later." Jeff pulled me out of the room and into his bedroom. He threw me on the bed, and I noticed that he had not closed the door behind him. "How does my little humiliation slut feel?" Jeff asked me. "Did today's activities make you wet?" "You know it did!" I panted. I ran my fingers through my pussy and spread the juices on his face. "I'm so glad it was you that won me, though!" "Today it was me," he said, kissing me soundly. "Another day... who knows?" I groaned as he sank his cock into me. "I want to hear you," he whispered in my ear. "I want them to hear you. If I don't think that they know exactly what is going on up here, when I am done I will whip you, and they will see what kind of pain slut you really are!" I didn't know if that was a promise or a threat, but I was feeling so good that I was willing to give him anything that he wanted. "Oh, fuck me Jeff!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "Slam me hard! Hurt your slut! Fuck me till I can't walk anymore." The next few minutes were mostly grunts and groans. Then I remembered the command and I started yelling, "I'm so close! I'm going to cum. You're going to make me cum! Stick your finger up my ass. Fuck my ass. Spank me. Please make me cuuuuuuuuum!" The thought of all those boys hearing me cum gave me such a strong orgasm! I might have cum, but Jeff was going strong. I kept yelling encouragements, telling him to cum deep inside his slut, but when he came, he pulled almost all the way out and came shallowly in me. The last two spurts, in fact, were on my pussy, not in it. He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily, and he told me, "Don't touch that cum. I want you to wear it proudly when we go downstairs." We rested for a few more minutes, then I licked his cock off and we walked downstairs, hand in hand. When we got downstairs, it was clear that not a lot of card playing had been going on. They all watched as we came down, and they all were looking between my legs, where Jeff's cum was dripping out of me. Jeff collapsed in his chair, and I stood next to him. "Listen guys," he said. "I'm pretty beat. Maybe we should call it a night." Chris snorted, but Neal looked pretty depressed. "Neal," Jeff said, "since Rachel doesn't have any clothes, would you mind walking her home, so that she doesn't get into any trouble? I'm sure she will compensate you appropriately." I stared at Jeff. "You mean I don't get my clothes back?" "Of course not," Jeff said. "These fine gentlemen won them. They belong to them. Unless you want to work something out with them?" I looked at the boys staring at me hungrily and realized that a short walk next door in the buff was not that big a deal. "No, that's OK. I'll go with Neal." "Great!" Jeff said. He walked Neal and me to the back door, but before we left he whispered to me, "I want you to suck him off, and when he cums, I want you to spray it on your face and tits. Then I want you to go in and sleep naked, without cleaning yourself off. I want you to wake up in the morning realizing what your school year will be like." I shuddered at the thought, but nodded to him. I took Neal's hand and walked out the door with him. I actually felt bad for Neal. He is a nice guy, but he got shafted at the table tonight, or rather, he didn't get a chance to shaft me. I was glad that I was able to do something for him. Neal walked me the few hundred feet to my back door, and nice guy that he was, he said, "You don't have to do anything." "I know," I said, "but I want to." I dropped to my knees on the grass and opened his pants. When I pulled out his cock I was surprised to find that it was nearly as big as Jeff's! "Mmmmm, I am going to like this," I said. I licked around the cock and then took it into my mouth. While his staying power was slightly better than the other's, he also did not last too long. He started cumming before I was ready, and the first shot went into my mouth, but all the rest painted my face and body. I was sure that he came more than any of the other's at the table tonight. When he was done, I cleaned his cock off with my mouth, tucked him away, and stood up. He was very happy that he had gotten a turn, and he was smiling happily as I kissed his cheek, said good-night, and slipped quietly inside. My mother was asleep, so I went into my room and climbed into bed. As I lay in bed, I replayed the night in my head. I touched the cum pooled over my body as I masturbated. I came at least three times before I fell into an exhausted sleep. ------- Chapter 14: The Discovery "It looks like you had a fun night," I heard as I woke up. My mind was fuzzy, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. Then I opened my eyes and I saw my mother standing over me with a grim expression on her face. I glanced down at myself and realized what she was seeing. I was naked, my chest, neck and thighs covered in dried cum and I had two fingers buried in my cunt. When I realized what my mother was seeing I shrieked and pulled the covers over me, curling into a ball under them. "Why don't you take a shower and get dressed, then come down and we'll talk," my mother said. She took another look at my body under the sheet and then she walked out of the room. I stayed lying in the bed for a few minutes, letting my mind settle. I had gotten a shock from my mother, but now that I was a little more awake I was starting to think more clearly. What she had seen was quite damning, and it was clear what I had been up to. Now I just had to decide what I was going to tell her. I got up and reluctantly started to get into the shower as she had suggested. I really wanted to leave the cum on me for longer; it was very exciting and it reminded me of my position. After a little more thought I decided that if I was going to have this confrontation anyway, I might as well go all out. I washed my face and neck and brushed my teeth, but I left the dried cum caked on my tits and thighs and simply covered them with a robe. I headed downstairs and sat in the kitchen, watching my mother finish making breakfast. I was contemplating what to say. I knew I wasn't going to lie to my mother, but I felt that some omissions might be acceptable. My father had died three years ago, so it was just me and my mom against the world. I never lied to her, and I think that she was always honest with me as well. We had a good relationship, and I hoped that this would not strain it. My mom put food in front of me and prepared a plate for herself. She sat down at the table across from me and started eating. After a few bites she said, "Last you talked to me, you were a virgin and not interested in going all the way. Then I walk in to wake you this morning and I find you covered in what looked like sperm with more sperm still leaking from your vagina. May I assume that you are no longer a virgin?" I sighed and said, "Yes, Mom, it's true. That was cum on me, and I am no longer a virgin." "I didn't even know that you were dating anyone seriously," my mom said. She looked sad and confused as she asked, "What happened? Who are you seeing and why did you decide to do this so suddenly?" What to explain? How to explain? I sighed and slumped back from the table, my appetite gone. I didn't want to lie to my mom, but how could I tell her the truth? Start small, that's the best way. "It was Jeff," I told her. Mom also sat back and said, "Well, that's a surprise. I didn't think you two were ever going to be that way. What changed your mind?" Why was she probing like this? Why can't she just leave it alone? "Why do you need to know?" I asked. "I don't need to know," Mom replied. "But your behavior has suddenly changed. You were proud of the fact that you never let anyone touch you, and now I find you, as you put it, with cum all over you. It's a surprise, and I want to make sure that everything is OK. "If you had been dating someone seriously, and it turned to sex, I wouldn't have batted an eyelash; I never really expected you to save yourself until your wedding night. Besides, you are going to go off to college next year, and I know the kind of trouble that you can get into there. But I trust you to take care of yourself when you go off to college. I trust you now. I am not going to punish you for having sex. I just worry about you, and I want to understand why you did such a 180. If you don't want to talk about it, just tell me to mind my own business." I pondered what my mom had said, and I hated her for it. Here she had given me a perfect out. I could just tell her that I didn't want to talk about it. But she was so reasonable that I felt guilty not talking to her about it. Damn! Why did she have to be so reasonable? I sighed and started talking. I told her about when I started masturbating. I told her about my dreams and fantasies. I told her why I never let boys touch me. I kept waiting for the disapproval, the disgust, the disappointment. But Mom didn't say anything. She just listened and made the appropriate understanding noises. I went on to tell her how I knew that I would have to give in to my feelings some day, and that I asked Jeff for the favor. "What exactly did you ask him for?" she asked. "I asked him to own me," I replied. "From the beginning of the summer until when I graduate, I would do anything he asked. In exchange, he has to treat me badly. He has to humiliate me. He has to hurt me. He has to do all those deep dark things that I fantasize about that I can't do for myself." "And he agreed to that?" she asked, surprised. "Yes, mother," I said. "I know you think that he is this nice, unoffending person, but he has a pretty dark side too." "I never saw that in him," she said. "Most people don't, but it's there," I told her. "I knew that he would do this for me, not because he necessarily gets off on it, but because he would know that I need it. Although, to be fair, he does get off on it." "So what has he had you do?" she asked. I looked at her askance. "Are you really sure that I should be telling you all the dirty secrets of my deviance? I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to be disgusted with me." "Darling, you should not worry about that," my mother reassured me. "I love you, and I will always accept you. I may not always approve of your decisions, but I will always support you. Besides, you have no idea what disgusts me and what does not." "I guess that's true," I acknowledged. "Were you worried about all of this disgusting Jeff?" Mom asked. "Not really," I replied. "Well, that's not true. A little at the beginning. But one thing about Jeff is that he loves rules. I set up some rules and he was willing to abide by them. One of the rules was that he could never do anything that would make him lose respect for me, so I am not worried that anything we do will disgust him that much." "Jeff loves rules?" Mom asked. "That surprises me. He doesn't strike me as a goody two shoes type." "Oh, I didn't mean it like that," I told her. "Jeff likes to understand the rules. If he agrees with them, then he will abide by them, but he will learn them perfectly so that he knows exactly how far he can go and what loopholes there are. On the other hand, there are many rules that he won't follow, because he doesn't believe that they are correct, or that they should apply to him. But you can rest assured that if he accepts the rules, he will abide by them." "So what were the rules you set down?" Mom asked. "No permanent marks, he had to respect me, and it's over after graduation," I told her. "That's it?" Mom asked, surprised. "He takes that much stock in rules and you gave him only those. It leaves a lot of ground uncovered." "I wanted to leave it uncovered," I explained. "That's what makes it exciting to me. I want to be in his control." I shivered at the thought, and Mom gave me a funny smile. "You still didn't tell me what he did to you," she said. "OK, just tell me to stop if it's too much information." I then proceeded to tell her everything, from the moment I took my clothes off for him the first time, right up until Neal came on my body. When I was done, I slumped back and looked at Mom. She was examining me in return, and it felt like she was looking into my soul. After about five minutes of silence that seemed to stretch out forever, Mom said, "Go ask Jeff to come over here, dear." "Now?" I asked. "I think now would be good," she said. I was a little fearful about what she was going to do to him as I started going upstairs to get dressed. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I need to get dressed," I responded. "I don't think he will see anything that he hasn't already seen," she told me. "Just go over and get him." I was surprised, but I did as she asked. I walked across our backyards and knocked on the back door. Michelle answered the door, dressed in pajamas and holding a cup of coffee. "Hi sweetie," she said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I heard you had an interesting night." "Jeff told you?" I asked, feeling both embarrassment and excitement. I was still naked under my thin robe, and my nipples put in an appearance. "He told me some," she explained, "but I have to admit that I peeked a little. I am not as brave as you, so I had to be content watching you go at it while I had my little friend up my pussy. Jeff didn't just leave his door open so his friends could hear him fuck you; he did it so that I could watch him fuck you. You gave me some nice cums last night!" I was getting very embarrassed and very turned on by her disclosure. She looked more closely at me and asked, "What are you wearing under there?" She didn't bother to wait for an answer. She grabbed my robe and pulled it open, exposing my naked body to her. "Oooo, you still have their cum on you," she exclaimed. "That is sooo hot!" She ran her fingers over my nipples, then asked, "What did you come over here for anyway? Surely not just to tease me with your sexy body!" "Um, no," I said, flustered. "I need to talk to Jeff." "Well, he's still in bed," she told me. "But I'm sure that he would love a morning blowjob. Why don't you go wake him up with one?" With that comment, she pushed my robe off of my body to the floor and pushed me towards the stairs. "But your parents are home!" I hissed at her. "Well, there is a very good chance that they will stay in bed a while longer," she told me. "Maybe you'll get lucky and they won't see you." I knew I had no choice, so I started towards the stairs. As I was heading up she said, "Oh, by the way, don't close the door. I may want to peek again. And I am leaving your robe on the floor here, so you might want to finish up before my parents get up and wonder about it!" I went up to Jeff's room, passing in front of his parent's closed door on the way. I quietly opened Jeff's door and looked at him. He was covered by his sheet, but I could see his morning hard-on tenting the covers. I obeyed Michelle and left the door open as I went to the bed. I gently pulled the sheet down and I saw that he was not wearing any pajamas. I took his cock into my hand and looked at it. I realized that he had not cleaned it since last night, and it still had our dried juices on it. It was disgusting, which of course just made me hotter to taste it. I started licking around his cock, and soon I had most of it in my mouth. "Mmmmm," I heard Jeff moan. "You know I love waking up this way." I felt him looking up, but I kept at my job. "Are you enjoying the show?" he asked. I was confused until I heard Michelle say, "She's getting better at this?" I looked over and I saw her leaning against the door post, sipping her coffee. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that she was watching her brother get blown, and her hand was fondling one of her nipples under her pajama shirt. I guess she had distracted me, but Jeff refocused me by pulling my head deeper onto his cock. I kept at if for about ten minutes before he finally gave me his load. When I had cleaned him off, I pulled my mouth off of his cock and looked up at Michelle. After what she did to me downstairs, I thought a little payback was in order, so I asked, "Do you like looking at your brother's cock?" "It's not bad to look at," she said with a little embarrassed smile. "Maybe next time he'll have you help me with this," I told her. I saw her glance nervously at Jeff and she said, "Not bloody likely!" I blew her a kiss and she looked startled, then she turned around and left the room. "Nicely played," Jeff said with a laugh. "Did you decide to come over here and do this all by yourself," he asked, sounding pleased. "I wish that I had," I told him, "but I had a different reason. Actually, I wasn't planning to do this at all, but Michelle took my robe and sent me here to do it." "Remind me to thank her later," he said. "What did you come over here about?" "I need you to come over to my house," I told him. "My mother saw me this morning, like this," I said, pointing down to my body, where you could still see the dried cum. "Hoo boy," he said. "What does she know, and how did she take it?" he asked. "I told her everything, and she seems to be taking it OK, but she wants to talk to you," I told him. "All right," he said. "I guess there is no help for it. I'll go beard the lion in her den. By the way, if your mother sent you over, why were you just wearing your robe?" "I was going to change, but she said that you've already seen everything," I told him. He got a thoughtful expression on his face, and he was silent for a minute. Then he said, "OK, go back home and tell your mother that I will be there as soon as I am cleaned up." "OK," I said. I started leaving and Jeff said, "And one more thing. You can leave your robe here." I spun and stared at him. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Its daylight and my mother is waiting for me!" "You're just going through the backyards," he said. "Most likely you won't be seen. As for your mother..." He paused, then said, "She's already seen everything." I could tell from the expression on his face that I couldn't change his mind. I quietly slipped past his parents' room and went out the back door. I didn't see anyone on the street, so I ran between our houses to our back door. I ran into my house and slammed the door behind me. I stood there, practically hyperventilating, and my mother watched me quietly from the table where she was drinking coffee. "What happened to your robe?" she asked. "Umm, Jeff told me not to wear it," I replied. "He said you've already seen everything." I felt like it was deja-vu all over again. My mother laughed heartily and said, "The boy has balls, I'll give him that. By the way, you have some cum on your chin." I reached up and I realized that I had missed some! Oh my god, my mother knew that I had just given Jeff a blowjob! "That's an interesting mark," Mom went on, pointing to my crotch. "How did you do that?" I looked down and I realized that she must have just noticed my SLUT tan. "Jeff did that at the beach," I said, "that day that he buried me in the sand." "He certainly is a creative bastard," my mother said with an admiring tone of voice. "So is he coming over?" I nodded and said, "He said he'd be here as soon as he cleaned up. I'm just going to get dressed." I was starting towards the stairs when Mom stopped me again. "Why?" she asked. "As it has been pointed out by all parties involved, it's nothing that we haven't seen, so why don't you just sit here." My mother was telling me to sit in the room, naked, while she discussed my sex life with my lover/owner. Could life get any weirder or more embarrassing? And yet, I thought about how Jeff would react when he walked in and saw me sitting there, so I walked over to the table and sat down with my mother to wait. ------- Chapter 15: The Confrontation After Rachel left, I sat for a long time, planning. I knew that I had taken a risk sending Rachel back naked, but I felt that Mrs. Miller had sent me a message when she sent Rachel over in just her robe. To me, it meant that she knew what we were up to and she was giving approval. But how much would she approve of? Rachel said that she had told her everything. What did that mean? How would Mrs. Miller treat me? How should I treat her? Things never just stay easy, I thought to myself. I had actually assumed that at some point during the year either Rachel's or my parents would find out what was going on. I actually thought I would have a better time with Mrs. Miller than my parents. Jessica Miller was a pretty cool mom. She always talked openly with Rachel, and I knew that they had a pretty good relationship. I knew it was Mrs. Miller that got Rachel the birth control pills, "Just in case!" Well, I couldn't procrastinate longer. I got showered and brushed and I went downstairs. Michelle was in the kitchen when I got there. "Where's Rachel?" she asked. "I sent her home," I said. "But her robe is still here!" Michelle protested. "I told her not to wear it home," I explained. "But her mother was home!" Michelle said. "I know," I said. "Her mother sent her over to get me, dressed in just the robe. So I sent her back with nothing." Michelle just stared at me, her mouth open. "Close your mouth or someone might put something in it," I joked. Michelle's mouth snapped shut. I explained, "Rachel told her mom everything. I'm going over now to have a conversation about it with her." "I'm so sorry, Jeff," Michelle said sympathetically. "Don't worry," I reassured her with more confidence than I felt. "I'm pretty sure she's going to be cool with it." "She's going to be OK with you having her daughter suck off four boys and fuck one?" she asked. "Surprisingly, I think she will be, but I'll find out soon," I told her. Michelle gave me a peck on the cheek as I left. I took Rachel's robe with me and I walked across the yard to her house. I knocked on the door and I heard Mrs. Miller yell, "Come in!" I opened the door and entered, looking around the kitchen as I walked in. I was surprised to see Mrs. Miller sitting at the table, as well as Rachel, still naked, with cum still on her body. I surveyed the scene for a minute, then I hung the robe on a hook near the door and I walked over to the table and sat down. "You wanted to talk to me, Mrs. Miller?" I asked. "I did," she said. "Given that we are talking about my daughter's sex life while she is sitting here naked, though, I think it will be OK for you to call me Jess." It felt a little weird after all these years of calling her Mrs. Miller, but I said, "OK, Jess. What can I do for you?" "You can start by explaining to me what you are doing to my daughter," she said. "Rachel told me that she told you everything," I said. "She told you about how she felt, and about what she asked me, right?" She nodded. "Then you should understand that what I am doing is taking care of your daughter's needs," I said. "You're not doing it to get your jollies?" she asked. "Well, I won't deny that I am getting my 'jollies' as you put it," I said, "but no. I am doing this for Rachel, to give her what she needs. She thinks that if she does this, it will be out of her system by the time she goes to college." "But you don't agree?" Jess asked. "No, I don't," I told her. "What do you mean you don't agree?" Rachel asked. I looked at Rachel and said, "Rachel, this is between your mother and me. Please don't speak unless you're spoken to." Rachel looked at me as if I had slapped her, but she sat back and let us continue. "Let me repeat Rachel's question," Jess said. "What do you mean you don't agree?" "I don't think this is a phase that a year of intense treatment will cure," I said. "I think that this is who Rachel is, and when she goes to college she will want it just as much, probably more now that she has had a real taste." "Then why did you agree to do it?" Jess asked. "Because I think that after she has done this, she won't just settle for someone who will abuse her, as she might have before," I explained. "I think that she will be better prepared to find the right lover." Jess sat back and looked at me for a minute. Then she sat up and asked, "How do you feel when you treat Rachel the way that you do?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "A simple question," she said. "How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable? Powerful? Happy? How do you feel?" She said it was a simple question, but she was looking at me with an intensity that I hadn't seen in her before. I thought carefully about the question before I answered. Then I said, "I feel happy that I am giving Rachel what she wants. I feel confident, knowing that I can do what I want and Rachel will enjoy it. When I am doing something that is way out there, I am nervous that I will do something to hurt Rachel more than she can take. When I am experimenting I am wondering if Rachel will really like it, but it doesn't bother me too much if she won't; everything that I do teaches me valuable lessons about Rachel and myself." "How do you justify the game you played last night?" Jess asked. "Rachel could have ended up with someone who did something she couldn't take." I pulled out a pack of cards from my pocket. I shuffled them as they watched me for a minute, then I dealt a hand to each of us. I put the deck down and indicated to Rachel that she should show her cards. She flipped them over and she had a full house, queens over jacks. Then I had Jess show hers, and she had another full house, aces over kings. I flipped mine over revealing a royal flush. "You set the whole night up! You're a card sharp!" Rachel exclaimed. "How come I never knew?" "You don't know everything about me," I said mysteriously. Then I turned to Jess and I said, "I knew what Rachel was ready for, and what she was not. I won't push her past her limits, I'll just make her think that I will." Jess remained staring at me for few minutes, then she turned to Rachel and said, "Rachel, go to your room. I want to talk to Jeff alone for a few moments." Rachel looked at me and I nodded slightly. She turned without a word and went upstairs. Jess sighed and said, "I've lost her." "What do you mean?" I asked. "She's not mine anymore, she's yours," Jess explained. "It was all in that look. I told her to go to her room, and she might have disobeyed. But she looked at you, and when you confirmed the order, she went." Jess remained silent for a few minutes, and I waited patiently. It was clear that she had something important to tell me, and she was working her way up to it. Finally she sighed and pushed herself up. "I am going to give you something," she said. "It was my husband's, and it is extremely precious to me, but without Gary I cannot use it. I thought that I would never see it again, but I know that giving it to you is the right thing to do. Stay here a minute." Jess walked into her office, and a few minutes later she came back out. She was holding a key on a chain in her hand. "Come with me," she said. I followed her into the basement, and she led me into the back of the finished section to a closet that was there. She stood quietly in front of the door for a long time. "We always wondered what you kept in that closet," I said. "What is in it is yours now," Jess said. "Yours and Rachel's." She handed me the key and stepped back. I took the key, surprised that she just did not open the door, and I put the key in the lock. I turned it and opened the door. I was expecting a small closet, but that is not what I got. There were two steps down and a small hallway. It was bizarre, because the hallway ran under the lawn, not the house. I saw a light switch on the side and I turned it on. Lights flickered on in the room at the end, though I saw that some of the lights were out. I turned to Jess and she said, "I am not allowed to go in. You go by yourself." I turned back and walked the few steps down the hallway. I reached the room, and I stopped in surprise. In the basement of Rachel's house, a typical house in suburban America, there was an honest to god dungeon. OK, maybe it wasn't up to the quality of a medieval castle, but there were many interesting devices. There were manacles and whips and crops and chains. There were tables and horses. There was a hose, and a drain in the floor. There was a cage. I was stunned, shocked, amazed. I walked slowly around the room, touching various items and examining others. There was dust built up everywhere and the whole room could use a cleaning, but it was an amazing room! I turned around and walked back out. I shut off the lights and locked the door. Then I turned to Jess and gave her a questioning look. "Let's go back upstairs," she said. We walked upstairs and she poured herself another cup of coffee and sat at the table. I sat across from her and waited for her to speak. "As you can probably guess," Jess began, "Rachel isn't the only one in this family that has those feelings. I was just like her growing up, only I got into the exact trouble that Rachel is trying to avoid. She always was smarter than I. "I was with all the wrong people for a long time, and when Gary came along, he saved me. I think that one of the reasons I like you so much is that you remind me of him." "Why can't you go into the room?" I asked. "That's a very personal question," she said. "Isn't everything we've been discussing personal?" I asked. She looked at me sharply and said, "You're way too old for your age." She paused then said, "It was Gary's rule. I could not unlock the room, and when I entered, I had to be naked and crawling. Not something I was ready to do today." Now that was an interesting turn of phrase. Jess sighed and was silent for a few minutes. Finally she seemed to pull herself together and looked up at me. "You can understand why I sympathize with Rachel, why I understand what she is going through. I think she is doing exactly the right thing, and I think that you are completely right that it will not be out of her system when she goes off to college. "But in one way, you are completely naive. You think that when Rachel goes off to college she'll be able to pick a better lover. Hah! What a fool you are. I'll make you a bet. I bet that when you go off to college, Rachel will be right there at the same college, and she will be there to serve your every need!" She sat back with a smirk on her face, and I looked at her in surprise. I thought about what she said, and I realized that there might be something to it. If I did a good job, she wouldn't want to leave me; if I did a bad job she wouldn't be ready to leave me. Nonetheless, I asked, "What are we betting for?" The smirk dropped for a minute, but then was back even more forcefully. "How about this for terms? If you are wrong, if Rachel stays with you, then you have to promise to keep her. I am not saying you need to be with her exclusively, or that you need to be her boyfriend or husband. I am saying that throughout college, you will have to take care of her in the same way you are taking care of her now." She sat back, as if to say 'So there!' "And if I am right?" I asked. She leaned forward again, and in a low, intense voice, "If you are right, than you will no longer have Rachel as a fuck toy." That was the first time I had heard her say fuck, and it was surprising coming from her. "If you are right," she continued, "then I will serve as a replacement fuck toy in her place." I know that my jaw dropped on that pronouncement! "Face it," she said, "after the year that you are going to have, you are going to expect obedience and compliance on demand. If Rachel won't be there to give it to you, you can take it from me. But I'm not worried about losing." I sat back to regain my composure. I thought about what she said, and I slowly started smiling. "I'll take your bet," I said. "It's a no lose situation for me! If Rachel needs me, I will be there for her anyway. And if she doesn't need me, I have her sexy mom to use as I will. How could I go wrong? My only problem is going to be deciding which alternative to root for!" We both sat there smiling stupidly at each other for a few minutes. Jess said, "I'm going to tell Rachel about me, but not right now. Later maybe. But I'm not going to tell her about the room. It's yours now; you show her when you are ready." Then she yelled out, "Rachel, get your naked ass down here!" Rachel came running down the stairs, the bouncing doing interesting things to her anatomy. She still had not cleaned up from last night. She looked back and forth between us, clearly nervous about what we were talking about. Jess looked at Rachel and said, "It was clear when I told you to leave that although I am your mother, you won't necessarily obey me. It was equally clear that you will obey Jeff. Therefore, from this moment on, our relationship will change. "I am still your mother, and I will love you forever. I will still look out for you, and I will still try and get you to do what I think is best. But if you don't listen to me, there will be no consequences from me. What I will do is tell Jeff exactly what I asked and what you did or did not do. I will not tell him what to do about it, or even what I think he should do about it. You offered yourself to him, and he accepted. I respect that deal." Jess got up and walked to a drawer and took out a key. She handed the key to me. "This is a key to the house. As Rachel's master, you have full access to the house and anything in it. I will not object to anything that you do with Rachel. If we are eating dinner and you come in, bend Rachel over the table and fuck her senseless, that's fine with me. I will not interfere with any punishment that you choose to inflict." She turned to Rachel, who was staring at her with an open mouth and wide eyes. "Do you understand what I've done?" she asked Rachel quietly. Rachel nodded and ran over to hug her mother. I heard Jess whisper, "I want you to have everything that I had, and everything that I missed." She kissed Rachel's cheek, and then they separated. She got a serious look and turned to me again. "I think that it is best if you tell your parents that you are dating Rachel. I'll explain to them that I am OK with you staying over whenever you want, and I'll talk to them about the futility of keeping young lovers apart. Don't worry, I'll convince them. At school, you can date anyone you want, but I don't think your parents are as open-minded as I am, so I'd keep them a little in the dark about this, if I were you. "Now to finalize this, are there any household rules that you are going to make?" I got a predatory look on my face, and I asked Jess, "Which household?" She gave me a steady look and said, "Your household." I pointed to the door where I had hung the robe. "The ladies of my household do not dress while in the house," I said. "There can be robes, no longer or thicker than that one, hung by the door in case company calls. Other than that, nothing." I stood up. "This morning has been quite eye-opening. I have to go home right now, however. I'll stop by later for dinner. Jess, I think you have a lot to talk over with your daughter. I'll see you later." I walked up and kissed Jess on the cheek. Then I went to Rachel and gave her a much bigger kiss while I grabbed her ass. "I don't understand what is happening," she whispered to me. "Do you trust me?" I asked. "Of course," she said. "Then just go with the flow. Go take a shower, then come down and talk to your mother. I love you, and after the talk I had with your mother, I know that you are going to have a very interesting year." I kissed her and walked out the door, already making plans in my head for the year ahead. If Rachel was going to have an interesting year, it would be doubly so for me. ------- Chapter 16: The Aftermath - Jeff I walked home slowly and went upstairs into my bedroom. I was mentally exhausted and confused. I felt like I had just taken a really important test; I had passed, but it drained me completely. My mind was swirling around the events that had just occurred, and I started revising some plans for the future. I quickly fell asleep and took a nice long nap. I woke up in the afternoon and went downstairs. Michelle was sitting in the family room, but she jumped up when I walked in. "Welcome to the land of the living," she said. "I can't believe you went to bed without telling me what happened next door!" "You're right," I said contritely, "It was thoughtless of me. I had my mind going so many different ways that I didn't think. I'm sorry." "That's OK," she said, "Just tell me what happened." "I'm not completely sure," I said. "The bottom line is that Mrs. Miller - Jess - said that she understood and accepted what we did. She has no problem with it. In fact, she has turned over all discipline of Rachel to me. She even said that if I told Mom and Dad that Rachel is my girlfriend, she would convince them that it would not be bad if I spent some nights over there." "Wow, you've got it good!" she said. "Yeah, I think I do," I replied. "I'm just trying to figure out how good I have it." "Well, don't hurt your pretty little head thinking," she said with a smirk. "By the way, while you were asleep, Rachel called. She invited you over to her house for dinner at 6." "Thanks," I said. I was still distracted. I knew that I wasn't treating Michelle exactly right, but I couldn't help it. ------- Chapter 17: The Aftermath - Rachel When Jeff left, I followed his instructions and regretfully washed the cum off my body. I comforted myself with the fact that the agreement that Jeff and my mother had reached assured me that I would be painted with far more cum in the future. When I was all cleaned up, I walked downstairs. My mother was cleaning up, but when she saw me she stopped, and we went into the living room and sat on the couch. "Why did you make me go upstairs before?" I asked. "I'm sorry about that," Mom said, "but I needed to talk to Jeff. There were some things that I wanted to know from him, and some that I needed to tell him, and they were things that I did not want you to know if he gave me the wrong answers." "Were the answers wrong?" I asked. "And why were you keeping things secret from me?" "There are always going to be certain things that we keep secret from others, even those that are closest to us," she told me. "There are some things that you were too young to be told about. There are some things that are too personal, just between me and your father. There are some things that I was too embarrassed to tell you. And there were some things that I felt would influence you in particular directions, and I wanted you to make your own decisions. "Earlier, I'll bet that you were worried that I would be disgusted about the feelings that you had, or worried that I wouldn't understand. Right?" I nodded. "Well, I understand how you feel, better than you might imagine," she told me. "You see, I have those same feelings, too." I looked at her in shock! "What do you mean?" "I mean that I get turned on by pain, by humiliation," she told me. "When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as smart as you, and I made all the mistakes that you are worried about making. If your father hadn't rescued me, I probably would have ended up in a really bad way. But because I've lived through it, I understand exactly how you are feeling. That is why I would not dream of stopping you." I looked at her, digesting what she had said. My mother was just like me! "How did Dad get you to stop needing those things?" I asked. "I didn't say he did," Mom replied. "You said he rescued you," I countered. "Yes, he did," she responded. "He got me away from the bad influences, but he didn't remove the feelings. He just catered to them in a safe and protected way." I thought about that, and I said, "Sort of like Jeff is doing?" "Very much like Jeff is doing," she said. "That is why I needed to talk to him. I needed to see if he was being safe and protecting. I think he is, so I encouraged him to continue." "So what will I do after the year is up and I don't have Jeff anymore?" I asked. "Jeff and I have a little bet about what will happen," she told me, smiling. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." I pondered that for a minute, then I asked, "What have you been doing about your feelings since Daddy died?" "Pining," she said. "It's been easier to control, given that I had no outlet. I still have some toys, and that has helped a little. I'm afraid about how I'm going to feel now that I'll see things happening in front of me. It's going to revive some dormant feelings." "You don't really think that Jeff will do things in front of you, do you?" I asked. Mom chuckled and said, "Count on it. It will humiliate you and it will excite me, and he knows that; there is no way he would let that opportunity pass. And I have to tell you something else. You may not have picked it up in the undertones of the conversation, but Jeff and I reached another agreement as well." "What's that?" I asked. "I am not going to have sex with Jeff, but I am going to obey him," she told me. "What?" I asked. I had been using that word as a sentence a lot lately. Every time I thought I'd been shocked as much as I could be, something else popped up. "But why?" I asked. "I don't know," she admitted. "I think that I miss someone being in charge of me. Plus, it will be quite humiliating taking orders from someone young enough to be my son, and my daughter's boyfriend to boot. I told you what I like!" She shook herself a little and said, "In any event, you are overdressed. I want you to invite Jeff over for dinner tonight, and if he hears that you were wearing clothes in the house, I am going to have to watch a very strenuous punishment, and I don't think that I could take that so soon. So please take your clothes off, call and invite Jeff to dinner, then help me clean and cook." Oh my Dog! I thought. My mom was right, so I stripped my clothes, and did as she instructed. ------- Chapter 18: The Dinner I walked over to Rachel's house and knocked on the front door. The door opened and Rachel greeted me, gloriously naked. She pulled me into her arms and said, "Welcome home, dear." After she kissed me soundly, I took a step back and looked at her. She had something up her sleeve - well, she would have if she were wearing anything with a sleeve. "Welcome home, dear?" I asked. "Well, it appears that you are in this household, so this is your home now," she told me. "It seems pretty silly for you to knock on your own door. From now on, you should just walk in." I shook my head and followed her into the kitchen, where my heart stopped. Jess was setting the table, and when I walked in she was leaned over putting down a plate. Given the fact that she was entirely naked, her breasts were hanging down in a most delightful way. We had verbally sparred earlier, and I felt that it might lead to something, but this was amazing! Rachel went over to help her mother, and, I think, give me a side-by-side comparison. Jess was an older version of Rachel, and if genetics followed, then some guy was going to be amazingly lucky growing old with Rachel. Jess was in her late thirties, but her body looked like late twenties. Her tits didn't stand nearly as firmly as Rachel's, but they didn't sag much either. Her body was pretty toned, too, and when she saw me examining her closely, she slowly turned to give me the full picture. I didn't think that touching her was going to happen, but I would be thinking of her when I took Rachel later! A short time later we sat down to eat. After we took our initial servings I said, "I'm sort of surprised to find you like this." "Why?" Jess asked. "You said that you didn't want women in your household wearing clothes. I'd like to think that I qualify as a woman, and I am in your household, so here I am." She gestured down her body as she said that, and she was right: she certainly qualified as a woman. "Remember what I said," she continued. "As Rachel's master, you have full access to the house and anything in it. No need to knock or ask any more." "Full access?" I asked. "With some restrictions," she said with a smile. "Ahhhh, now we're getting somewhere," I said, ready to negotiate. "Lay out the restrictions for me." She looked at me carefully and said, "Complete obedience, but nothing sexual." "That's not acceptable," I said. "You are sitting in front of me naked, making me hard. That is sexual. You're going to have to define your terms better than that." She considered that for a moment, then said, "Complete obedience, but I have the right of refusal on anything sexual." "Between me and you only," I said. She nodded. "What is refusal?" I asked. "What do you mean?" she replied. "Does no mean no, or does no mean maybe?" I asked. She thought about it and then said, "No means no, at least for then." "So I have the right to try and turn a no into a yes?" I asked. She nodded. I smiled and repeated, "Complete obedience, you can refuse anything sexual, but I can convince you otherwise." She nodded. "Those are the limits of the rules?" I asked. She nodded. "And do you refuse me everything sexual?" I asked She nodded. I smiled. "Ooooo, you are so fucked," Rachel laughed. "What do you mean?" Jess asked her daughter. "You set up the rules, and Jeff accepted them," she said. "I told you about Jeff and rules. He is going to find every flexible area, every loophole, and you are going to be so fucked!" "Rachel," I said quietly, looking at Jess. "Yes, Jeff?" she asked. "Clear off the table," I told her. She got up without question and went to clear of the table. Jess started to get up to help and I said, "No Jess. You sit there. Put your hands on the table in front of you and don't move." I waited until Rachel was done cleaning off the table. Then I stood up and pulled her over to me and pushed her face down on the table. The table was not wide, and Jess was sitting right across from me, so Rachel's head reached almost to Jess's hands, which were on the table in front of me. I stood behind Rachel and pushed my pants down. Jess' eyes got wide when she got a look at my cock, which gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I know my cock is bigger than most of the kids around, but seeing Jess react was special. I stepped up to Rachel and eased my cock into her. I never took my eyes off of Jess as I slowly fucked Rachel. I saw Rachel grab Jess' forearms and hold them. "Rachel," I said. "How does it feel to have someone's cock going in and out of you when he is not even fucking you?" "You are fucking me," she panted. "No, I'm not," I said. "You're just a convenient hole." "Oh my God!" she cried. "You're fucking my mother! I'm not even important to you! I'm just a receptacle for you. Oh, what kind of slut am I to enjoy being fucked knowing that you don't even care about me! You're just using me to get to my mother!" Rachel kept babbling like that, working herself higher and higher, and incidentally, working me and Jess up as well. But it was Jess I was looking at. Rachel was digging her fingernails into Jess' arms, and Jess was breathing harder and harder. I could tell that Rachel was close, and Jess seemed pretty close too. Soon Rachel screamed, "Your slut is cumming!" and dug her nails even deeper into Jess. Jess looked at me with wide eyes as I leaned forward and slapped her hard across the face. Her head rocked back and her eyes closed as she moaned. I couldn't take it any more, so I pulled out and shot my load across Rachel's back. We all stayed frozen where we were for a few minutes as we got our breath back. Jess touched her reddening face where I slapped her. "That was sexual," she said. "No, that was punishment," I told her. "That was for teasing me. I have the right to punish you." With that I pulled up my pants and zipped up. "Good night ladies," I said as I walked to the door. As I was walking out I heard Rachel whisper to her mother, "You are soooooooo fucked!" It was going to be a good year. End of Part 2 ------- Part 3: Fall ------- Chapter 19: The Week Before School Jeff is a bastard. My mother agrees with me. We had a lovely time at dinner, and after. My mother and I really didn't talk much after our dessert; we were both so drained that we went to bed. The next day was Sunday. I got up and showered, then walked downstairs; no clothes of course. Nonetheless, I still couldn't believe it when I went into the kitchen and saw my mother sitting at the table, naked as a jaybird. "Morning, Mom," I said. Mother smiled at me and said, "Good morning. How are you on this fine day?" I took another close look at her and I realized something. She looked happier than I'd seen her in a while. I wondered if it were the orgasm, or the thought of having someone else in charge. We sat eating breakfast when I said, "Mom, I have to go get myself waxed this week. Want to see if we can do it together today?" "I normally shave my legs," Mom said, looking down at her legs. "I wasn't talking about my legs," I said with a smirk. "Jeff likes a shaved pussy, and he is the man of the house, after all." Mom closed her eyes and smiled slightly. "If the man of the house wants it, then of course I'll do it," she said. "It will hurt," I whispered. Her smile got even bigger. After breakfast, we cleaned up a little and I called Janice for an appointment for Monday. I was puttering around later when I heard Mom shriek. Jeff had come quietly into the house and he had come up quietly behind her and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Miller." She jumped and hit him on the arm. "You startled me," she said. "Sorry," Jeff said, "You did say that I needn't knock." "You're right, I'm sorry," she said. Then Jeff, the sorry bastard, asked me if I wanted to hang out! We went into the living room and listened to music and talked about what we were going to do at school. School was beginning on Wednesday, and we were both looking forward to it with trepidation and anticipation. And the whole time we were sitting there, with my mother traipsing in and out of the room, the bastard ignored the fact that both of us were naked. He acted like he did every other time he had come over. But that was Jeff; he had his way of doing things, and that was the way it was going to be done. On Monday, Jeff and I went to the mall. We both had some last minute shopping before school. At the mall we saw some of our friends and we chatted for a bit at the food court. It was all normal, until we saw Neal. Neal acted a bit strange around me, and he kept glancing at my body. After we walked away from Neal, Jeff asked me, "How did it feel?" "Uncomfortable," I said. "Well, you have two choices," Jeff told me. "You can ignore it and stay uncomfortable, or you can embrace it." "What do you mean, embrace it?" I asked. Instead of answering, Jeff asked, "What made you uncomfortable?" "Seeing Neal looking at my body, knowing that he was thinking about it naked," I told him. "And you wanted him to ignore those thoughts, so you were uncomfortable," he told me. "But it happened, and it will happen again. You are not Rachel Miller, Ice Princess. You are Rachel Miller, Senior Class Slut. Embrace that. Become your inner slut." "Become my inner slut!" I said, laughing. "OK, maybe a little too self-help new-agey," Jeff agreed, laughing along with me. "But the core of what I said is true. When you are not naked and sucking him, you can try and forget that you did that. Or, you could embrace it. You can flaunt your body to him. You can make him understand that you enjoyed it, and you are happy to see him again. "If you act like the slut behind closed doors, and then act like it didn't happen later, people won't respect you; they'll think you are a slut and a hypocrite. But if act the slut in private, and you are proud of it in public, then people will still think that you are a slut, but many of them will respect the choice that you've made. Do you understand?" I thought about what he said, and it made sense. But it would be damn hard to do! "Talk to your mother about it," he told me. "I bet that she knows what I'm talking about." ------- Later that evening, on our way to our appointment with Janice, I discussed what Jeff had told me with my mother. "Is that boy 16 or 36?" she asked. "I know, sometimes its scary how grown up he seems," I agreed. Nonetheless, my mother agreed with what Jeff had said. "If you do it your way, it may seem easier in the short term, but you'll be sorry later. Plus, Jeff's way is much more fun. You get to revel in your sluttiness." "So you're not going to get pissed when I come home suspended for flashing a teacher because I was wearing a short skirt, no panties, and acting the slut?" I asked. "I most certainly will, young lady," my mother said indignantly, "and I will turn you immediately over to Jeff to get the punishment that he believes you deserve for that offense!" I looked at her and we both burst out laughing. I was really enjoying this new relationship with my mother. "When you give me to him, he'll probably decide that the mother needs to be punished as well for raising such a slutty daughter," I told her. "He'll probably send you to the principal so that he can give you a bare bottom caning." "Oh, I hope so," my mother groaned. We had arrived, so I leaned over and whispered to her, "You might want to rethink getting completely wet right before you let a stranger in between your legs." She groaned again. We walked in and Michelle was there to greet us. "Hi Rachel!" she said, kissing me on the cheek. She waved at my mom and said, "Hi Mrs. Miller!" She led us back to Janice who said, "Ah, my lovely Rachel, in for another visit!" Then she saw my mother, and said, "Who is this?" "This is my mother," I said. "She is here for a treatment as well." "Oh, OK," Janice said, clearly disappointed. "Jeff sent strict instructions that my mother was to get the exact same treatment that I have been receiving," I told her. Janice brightened noticeably. "Oh, really?" she said. Janice walked us into the waxing room and asked, "Who's first?" My mom looked at me and I said, "I'll go first." I pulled my clothes off and hopped up on the table. I told my mom, "You know, we shouldn't waste time between treatments. You should get undressed as well." My mother blushed and said, "Don't we get a gown or something?" "Normally, yes," I said with a smile, "but Jeff left specific instructions that none of his women get to wear anything." Mom pulled her dress off and stood proudly naked. Then she walked over to hold my hand. Janice started working on me. This was the third time I'd been here, and she had loosened up. When she realized that neither Jeff nor I would protest, her hands ended up roaming a bit more when she applied the wax and when she checked me over. She also noticed how I reacted to the waxing, and rather than try to make it less painful, she seemed to be going for more painful. For instance, she turned the heat up on the wax, and rather than try to avoid dripping on my delicate areas, she seemed to be aiming for them. My mom held my hand throughout my ordeal, and when it was over I was panting and very close to an orgasm. I am pretty sure that if my mother weren't there, Janice would be offering to finish me off, or perhaps she wouldn't offer, she would just do it. I was a bit sorry that I had brought my mother. I got off the table on shaky legs and Janice helped me move to the side. My mother got on the table, and Janice asked Mom, "Do you really want the same treatment as your daughter?" "Whatever treatment Jeff prescribed," Mom told Janice, "that is the treatment that I will have." "That's fine with me," she said. I noticed her cranking the wax heat up a little more and I held Mom's hand while she began. Since this was the first time for Mom, she used the clippers first, and as she had done with me, she pushed the buzzing implement into Mom's delicate parts. Even before the waxing started, Mom was panting. As Janice began her work, I started stroking Mom's arm. Soon I moved my stroking to her stomach and neck, and between that and the excruciating pain that Janice was causing, Mom was practically hyperventilating. I watched as Janice held the wax right over Mom's clit, and when she poured it on, I thought, 'What the hell!' and I tweaked her nipple hard. Mom shrieked and came. Janice smiled, and Mom recuperated as Janice finished her up. After we were dressed, Mom gave Janice a big tip and a then grabbed her and gave her a kiss. "Thank you," she told Janice. "I will be back!" ------- Chapter 20: First Days of School The first day of school was... interesting. I had decided to take Jeff's ideas to heart, but I wasn't going to go crazy. I was wearing clothes that were pretty sexy, but not much different from what many of the other girls were wearing. However right off the bat, I noticed something different. The grapevine must have been working overtime, because people kept getting very quiet as I walked by, and some of my friends seemed to be avoiding me. Just before lunch, it got even worse. I had P.E. in the morning, and Physical Education meant running around and getting sweaty, and running around and getting sweaty meant showers. Everyone was joking around in the locker room, talking about what they did over the summer and stripping down to get into the showers. I stripped to my underwear, took a deep breath, and pulled my bra and panties off. I threw my towel over my shoulder, stood up straight and proud, and march into the showers. As I walked by, and people saw my rings, they got a little quiet. Some of them yelled, "Nice piercings!" and things like that; after all, I wasn't the first girl to get a piercing, not even the first to get nipple rings. But no one complimented me on the SLUT mark on my shaved pussy. I heard a few, "Oh my gods!" but that was it, until Joyce walked into the shower. Joyce had been a friend for a long time, and when she saw me she said, "Oh my god, Rachel. What did you do to yourself?" "Like it?" I asked, thrusting my tits out at her. "You wouldn't believe how sensitive it makes my nipples." Everyone in the shower area was quiet, listening to our conversation. "How did you get that?" she asked, pointing at my SLUT. "And why?" "Isn't it cool?" I asked her. "It's tanned in! As to why, I thought it would be nicely descriptive." Joyce's mouth dropped open. "You're going to swallow water, dear," I told her, laughing. "Rachel, you are the opposite of a slut," Joyce hissed at me. "Things change," I told her. I was done with my shower, so I walked out to my locker, wiggling as I went. I noticed that practically everyone was looking at me, so I took out my bra, panties, skirt and shirt. I put on the shirt and skirt, then threw the bra and panties back into the locker, closed it, and walked out of the locker room. If people had been spreading rumors about me around, that should go a long way towards cementing them. Right after PE I had lunch. I went to the lunchroom, got my lunch, and went over to sit with Jeff. "You would not believe what I just did!" I told him breathlessly. He raised his eyebrow questioningly, and I told him everything that happened in the locker room. "So in about ten minutes," Jeff said, "the entire school is going to know that you are wearing a short skirt and no panties, is that about the size of it, you slut?" "Yes, and I wish you could throw me down on the table and fuck me right now!" I said. Jeff laughed and said, "Well, you certainly are embracing your inner slut!" Jeff looked around and he saw John. He waved him over and said, "Would you mind sitting on the other side of Rachel?" "No problem," he said. "Any particular reason?" "Yes," Jeff said. "I'm about to finger Rachel until she cums and I don't want the whole world to see; at least not this time." Both of our mouths dropped open and Jeff put his hand on my thigh and started working it up my leg. "Come on you little slut, open up for daddy," he said. I groaned and spread my legs as far as I could. I looked over at John's tray and saw that he had an apple. "Can I have your apple?" I gasped as Jeff touched my steaming cunt. "I need something in my mouth so everyone won't hear me scream!" "Be my guest," he said chivalrously, while at the same time glancing down to where Jeff had my skirt hiked up and two fingers buried into me. Jeff tried to minimize his movements, and I was afraid at first it would be too gentle to get off, but when he dug his fingernail into my clit, I bit hard on the apple to keep from screaming. When I was done, I slumped over, leaning on John a bit. He put his arm around me to help me sit up and I smiled at him gratefully. Jeff slipped his fingers out of me and licked them off. "Maybe next time I won't hide what I am doing," he said, and I moaned as that statement caused aftershocks to start coursing through my body. I leaned over to his ear and whispered, "You so know how to treat your slut!" I kissed his cheek and turned to eat my meal. "Other than PE, how is your day going?" he asked. I told him about my day, and I mentioned how people were treating me. "A good way to find your real friends," was his comment. "Going into this, I knew that I would lose all my friends," I replied. "I think you'll be surprised," Jeff said. John was clearly a little confused by our conversation, but on the other hand, he didn't mind being with me when I was cumming, so I guess he was willing to put up with a bit of confusion. Plus, I was sure he would pump Jeff for info later in the day. After lunch, the day progressed reasonably normally, with the exception, of course, of all the people looking at my skirt. I worked hard to keep my legs together, and I don't think I flashed too many people. I was walking out of my last class when Camille grabbed my arm. "We need to talk," she said. "Sure," I replied, moving out of the traffic flow. "What do you want to talk about?" "You," she said. "What is up with you?" "What do you mean?" I asked innocently. "I heard about you in the shower, and the little play you put on in the locker room, and there are some nasty rumors about you going around," she said. "That is not the Rachel I know. What is going on?" Camille was a good friend of mine, and while I was reasonably confident that she would not remain my friend for long, I remembered what Jeff had said, and I felt that I owed her the benefit of the doubt. On the other hand, I didn't want to talk in the hallway, so I asked, "Do you want to walk back to my house and we can talk about it?" She agreed, and I got my stuff from my locker and we walked out. Jeff was waiting for me outside, but I told him, "I invited Camille over. Is it OK if I walk home with her?" "Sure, I'll catch up with you later," he said, and he wandered off. "And that's another thing," Camille said. "Why did you need to ask Jeff's permission?" I sighed and started walking home. "Tell me what you've heard," I requested, interested to know how distorted the rumor mill was. She gave a reasonably accurate account of the events in the locker room, although the tan mark was a tattoo in her story; she must have heard the story from someone who was actually in the room. She also had heard a bit about the poker game, though in her version I had fucked everyone there at the same time. She had finished regaling me with tales of my exploits when we arrived home. "Let me just call my mom and tell her I have a friend over before I tell you my side," I told Camille. My mother took her instructions seriously, and if she didn't know I had a friend over, she would strip as soon as she walked in the door. When I got through to my mom, she thanked me for warning her, and then asked, "Have you changed yet?" "I wasn't going to," I told her. "You are in the house, and the dress code for when we have visitors is quite clear," she said. "I thought that was for when the UPS guy rang the doorbell, not when a friend was over!" I complained. "If you want to ask Jeff to clarify, be my guest," she replied. "Until then, the rules apply. Obey, or face the consequences." I thought about it a minute, and then I realized what Jeff's response would be. I said goodbye to my mother and grabbed a robe from near the door. "I'll be right back," I told Camille, and I went to change. My pussy started dripping as I realized that I was about to go have a casual conversation with a friend while I was naked under a thin, short robe. I invited Camille into my room, and I jumped on the bed and she sat in a chair. "Your side," she prompted. "Well, the story about the locker room is pretty much correct, although it's not a tattoo," I told her. "There was a poker game, and there were some shenanigans, but I did not fuck all the players on the table. Bottom line: I got tired of being the Ice Princess, so I thought I'd try the other way for a while." Not the whole truth, but at least not a complete lie. "Show me," she said. "Show you what?" I asked. "I know that you aren't wearing anything under that," she said. "Show me what you showed everyone in the shower." What the hell, I thought, so I took off my robe and stood up in front of her. She leaned closer to me, and when she realized what it was, she said, "Jeff did that to you the day on the beach." I nodded. "Why?" she asked. "Because he wanted to," I said. "Because he wanted everyone to see it." "But you let him," she said. I nodded. "Why?" she asked. "It's part of a deal we worked out," I explained. "It's a little hard to explain, but he agreed to help me out, and I agreed to do what he says. Given that I want to be a slut, it's a win-win situation for me." "Why do you want to be a slut?" she asked. "I'm not ready to say, just yet," I told her. "It's all too new for me. Now that you know, are you going to drop me as a friend?" "Why would I do that?" Camille asked. "Because I'm a slut," I explained. "Because I did blow four guys at that poker game, and I fucked one. Because I am going to continue being a slut. Why would you want to be friends with a slut?" "I wouldn't," she said, "but I'd want to be friends with Rachel." I realized what she was saying and I grabbed her and hugged her tight. "Jeff was right!" I said. "About what?" she asked. Looking at my naked tits she asked, "Did that hurt a lot?" "He said that I would find out who my real friends are," I said. Then I added with a warm voice, "And it hurt a lot!" "It sounds like you didn't mind that much," Camille commented. "I didn't," I said. I dropped back onto the bed without replacing my robe. "Um, aren't you going to get dressed, or put your robe back on?" she asked. "I wasn't going to," I said, looking at the robe on the floor. "I don't wear any clothes at home, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I will put it back on." "No, that's OK," she said, being accommodating even though she was clearly uncomfortable. But if she could put up with the embarrassment of having me naked in front of her, I could revel in the embarrassment of being naked in front of her. She sat back down and said, "Will you tell me about the poker game?" "It's pretty racy," I said with a smile. "Are you sure you want to hear all the steamy details?" She smiled back at me, realizing that I was teasing her. "You might warp my fragile little mind, but tell me anyway." So I told her about the game, and how Jeff first bet my clothes, then my body. Camille kept gasping and shrieking through the description. When she asked how they were all hung, I asked, "Are you trying to live vicariously through my sluttiness?" "I guess I am," she said. "Don't you mind being called a slut?" "No, it's what I am now," I said. I dropped my voice to a whisper and said, "In fact, I'll tell you a secret. I like it when people call me a slut!" "You are one weird slut," she said, shaking her head. "Oooo, say it again," I said in a sultry voice. "Slut!" she said, smiling. "Now tell me more of your story!" I continued on, and we laughed about Stephan's cock and his quick trigger. I felt a little bad after I said it, and I asked Camille not to repeat that part to anyone. "That part?" she asked. "What about the rest of it, where you blew them all?" "Oh, you can repeat that if you want," I told her. "Man, you really are a slut," she said, shaking her head again. I continued with the story, describing how Jeff fucked me in the bedroom. I was getting hotter telling this story, particularly as I was naked in front of a fully dressed friend. When I had completed the story, I said, "We've already established that I'm a slut, right?" "Uh, huh," she nodded. "Then you'll understand that I have to do this!" I told her. Telling the story had been too much for me, and I had to cum. I shoved two fingers up my twat and pulled on a nipple ring with the other hand. Camille just stood there watching me, her mouth open in shock. I only lasted for about thirty seconds before I started to cum. When I came down a little, I looked over at Camille and said, "I hope you are not too offended, but telling you the story really made me hot. Please don't hate me!" "I don't hate you," she said. "I'm just surprised as hell. You've sure gone from frozen to steaming over this summer." "Thanks!" I said, and I licked my juices off my fingers. "Want a drink?" I asked. "OK, you depraved slut," she said with a smile, and we went downstairs to get one. ------- Chapter 21: Settling In The first month of school was both the hardest and the easiest. Not everyone had heard the stories yet, and not everyone believed them. Later on, everyone would believe them. I'd like to say that most of my friends reacted like Camille, but that just wasn't the case. This was high school, after all, and most of my friends treated me like a pariah. They were cool to me to my face, and they were vicious behind my back. I won't say that it didn't hurt, but it was what I had prepared myself for when I decided to go ahead with this crazy plan. There was still a small handful of friends that stuck with me throughout the year, and between them and Jeff, I was able to keep my bearings. It was hard that first month, realizing that I was losing my friends, but it was what I had decided to do. One thing that I did enjoy that first month was the shock that I gave everyone. During the rest of the year, people came to expect outrageous behavior from me, but during September, they were still getting used to it, so I was able to shock people at every turn. It is much more humiliating to behave badly when people don't expect it. ------- As quickly as some of the girls dropped me as friends when they learned what a slut I was, the guys reacted even faster. I was pretty good looking, so I had dated a bit, but I also wouldn't put out, and everyone knew it. That limited the people who were interested in going out with me. Once it became the common belief that I was an easy lay, the boys started coming out of the woodwork. Paul was the first person to ask me out. He was a reasonably nice guy, pretty good looking and a jock. Unfortunately, all I could say is, "I don't know, I'll get back to you." Later I talked to Jeff about it. He instructed me to tell Paul that I could not go out with him now, but to check back in a few weeks. He told me to tell everyone that asked me out the same thing. One downside about being a slut, however, is that people feel that they can take liberties with you. Another sleaze-ball named Rob tried to get me to go out on a date with him. I gave him the stock answer, but he wouldn't take it. He grabbed my ass and tried to convince me that he was god's gift to women. He tried forcing a kiss on me while he pawed my breast. It was not fun. I pulled away and went to find Jeff. I explained what happened, and he took me over to Rob and said, "Did you lay your hands on Rachel?" "What if I did?" Rob blustered. "She's just a slut, and what are you going to do about it anyway?" I was a little worried, because Rob was bigger than Jeff, and he was a brawler. But Jeff had the bigger brain. "I'll tell you what I'll do," Jeff said in an angry tone of voice. "What I will do is let the word go around that everyone who beats the crap out of you will be invited over for a gang bang featuring a very welcoming Rachel. Can you take a guess at what you would look like by the end of the day?" I think that Rob could guess, because he backed off saying, "I wouldn't want that skank anyway!" I threw my arms around Jeff's neck and gave him a big kiss! "Would you really do that to me?" I asked breathlessly? "Count on it," he said with a smile. ------- A few days later, Jeff told me, "You've got a date Friday night." "Really? With whom?" I asked. "Well, I needed some help from Neal," Jeff told me, "and he really didn't have time to help me. So I traded him. I told him that if he helped me out, he could have a date with a sure thing. You must have done a good job on him, because he jumped at the chance!" "You didn't really!" I said breathlessly. "You bartered for me? And guaranteed that he was going to get laid?" Jeff smiled evilly and said, "You'll never know what the story is, and you are forbidden to ask Neal. As to your second question, yes. You will go out with him. You will be a wonderful date. And at the end of the night, you will fuck him. You will suck him. You will do anything sexual that he wants. And you will make him feel like you are loving it, whether you are or not. If, for whatever reason, he doesn't excite you, think about how after the date you are going to sit down in front a video camera, naked, and describe in gory detail everything that happened." "I've never fucked anyone but you," I said. "That ends Friday night," Jeff said. "I've fucked a half a dozen girls, and within a few weeks, you will far surpass me. How does that make you feel?" "Like a slut!" I said. On Friday night I went out with Neal. He was a gentleman, and a bit nervous. We had a lovely dinner and then a movie. Then he drove me to a make out spot. We started kissing, and he tried being noble again. "I know that Jeff put you up to this, but you don't have to do anything if you don't want," he told me. I thought about what Jeff said to me. I thought about the way that Neal behaved with me. I thought about what lay ahead for me. And I thought about what I was feeling. I was very honest when I told Neal, "Look Neal, I am not sure what Jeff told you, but so far he is the only man that I've slept with. I am going to be fucking a lot of people in the future, and I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather have break me in than you. So unless you have some significant reservations about me, please fuck me every way that you can think of!" I kissed him hard, and he seemed to lose any hesitation. As a fuck, I'd rate him the second best guy that I had slept with to date. He was actually pretty good, but as I should have guessed from his demeanor, he was quite gentle. It was nice, but not the pounding, painful fuck that I had grown to know and love. Nevertheless, he managed to get me off, and I got him off three times. When he dropped me off, I kissed him and said, "Neal, I'm not going to be your girlfriend, but I enjoyed being with you. Any time that you are feeling particularly hard up, whistle me up and I'd be happy to relieve you, any way you want." I gave him another kiss and went into my house. I took my clothes off as I got into the house and my mother came out to see me. She must have seen the cum dripping down my legs, because she asked, "Out with Jeff?" "Nope, Neal," I told her. "Really?" she asked. "Yup," I replied. "Your daughter is on her way to being a slut!" My mother just came over and ran her finger up my leg, scooping up the cum dripping out and offering it to me. I sucked her finger in, tasting myself and Neal. Then she got another fingerful and popped it into her mouth. "Mother!" I shrieked, but she just smiled and went to her room. I went to my room, set up the video camera, and taped my experiences as Jeff required. ------- After my date with Neal, Jeff set me up on a couple of more dates, then allowed me to start accepting dates myself. He told me that I only had to accept dates from people that I liked, but that anyone that I dated got whatever they wanted. I discovered that boys ran quite the range. Some just wanted a slut, and right after they picked me up they took me somewhere to park or to a room, and they fucked me and left. Others took me to dinner, gave me a nice time, then fucked me. The latter group got second dates, if they were interested. A couple of the guys felt that since I was a slut, they could abuse me, and not in a nice way. I enjoyed the pain, but disliked the misogyny. Again, no second dates for that crowd. It was one of the guys in the last group that got into trouble. I didn't enjoy his behavior on our date, and I didn't want to date him again. But he seemed to assume that if he fucked me once, he had full rights to my body. He didn't understand that I only gave those rights to select individuals. One day a little after our date, he tried to get me to agree to go out with him again. When I refused, he got belligerent and tried to do me right there. I was certain that I was going to be raped, but it didn't actually bother me that much. I had already slept with him, and I figured he would just do me and I would let Jeff know about it. When I fought him, though, I managed to get away from him. As soon as I could, I found Jeff and told him what happened. The next day at lunch, Camille came up and asked, "What happened between you and Marty?" "Why?" I asked. "It's all over school!" she said. "I heard that Marty tried to rape you, and that anyone who hurt the motherfucker would be invited to a gang bang on Friday night at the house of a certain slut that I know!" "Oh my Dog!" I moaned. "Is it true?" she asked. "The first part is, but I didn't know about the second part!" I told her. "Jeff had promised someone else that this is what would happen if he didn't leave me alone!" "Well, let me just say that there are a lot of people looking for Marty right now!" Camille told me. "It appears that the prospect of getting into a gang bang starring the Ice Princess turned slut is very attractive to a lot of people, though some of the guys you've dated just want to beat the crap out of him for the hell of it. I just can't believe that Jeff would promise you for a gang bang without telling you!" "I can!" I moaned again. The picture of me in a gang bang was driving me insane. Camille must have picked up on it, because she asked, "Are you getting turned on by the thought of being the star of a gang bang?" "Oh, yes!" I said. "I have to go to the bathroom to get myself off!" I started to get my stuff together and Camille asked, "Why go to the bathroom?" "What?" I asked. "If you are such a slut, why not just do it here!" she asked. I looked at her, stunned. Then I sat down. "Fine, I will!" I told her defiantly. I looked around, then as unobtrusively as possible, I ran my hands along the seam of my jeans. I leaned forward and asked Camille, "Do you think that if people see me doing this, they'll just jump me here?" "If they thought that they could get away with it, they'd strip you and fuck you on this table," she whispered to me. "Staff and faculty, too! And I'd bet you'd love it!" "I would," I moaned, and I came. It wasn't a huge cum, but it was satisfyingly public. A minute later, Jeff came over and sat down next to me. "Oh, Jeff!" I cried, hugging him fiercely. "What, exactly, was that for?" he asked. "I heard what you did, about Marty!" I told him. "Thank you for protecting me!" "Protecting you?" Camille asked. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems to me!" "Maybe," I countered, "but that fire is going to make me so hot!" Both Jeff and Camille laughed at me for that. "Are you going to be ready for Friday night?" he asked me. "My first gang bang! You bet I'll be ready!" I told him with a smile. Unfortunately, inside I wasn't quite as certain. I mean, it was great fucking all those guys individually. Some weren't that great and some were, but could I take on dozens of them? I wasn't sure. Nonetheless, it was the next step on my road to sluthood. The next day we heard what had happened to Marty. It seems that he was attacked at least three times, the last time broke his nose and a rib. He was in the hospital, recovering, which kept other vigilantes away from him. I felt bad about it, and told Jeff as much. "I feel bad about it as well," he said, "but I needed to make a statement. He may not have deserved that, but it's not like he was innocent either. And believe me; this story is going to get around. No one is going to lay a finger on you without permission again!" Jeff was definitely right about that! "But what if he gets me into trouble?" I asked. "First of all, you did nothing other than fend him off," Jeff reassured me. "He might try and get some of the assailants in trouble, but when they explain that they were doing it to protect a poor girl that he attempted to rape, I don't think that he will look too sympathetic. I don't like vigilante justice, but sometimes it works." I was upset, but I understood what he was saying. "So how many people ended up attacking him?" I asked. "Six I can verify, and another three that claim to have done something," he said. "This time I thought I'd just let them all have a go." "This time?" I asked. "That's nine people!" "Yup," he said, grinning evilly. ------- Chapter 22: Making Good on a Promise It was Friday night and I was sitting in my bedroom. My mother was out until very late. Jeff had said, "I need your house and your daughter Friday night. Go to dinner, a show, whatever you want, just don't be back before 2AM." And she agreed. Not a single question. Not a "What are you going to do with my daughter." She just said, "OK, Jeff." So Friday night, I was sitting on my bed, alone in my room, wearing a sheer white teddy. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was damn sexy, if I do say so myself. My hair was neat and down and I was wearing just a touch of makeup. You could see my tiny white lace panties through the teddy, and you could see my light pink nipples as well. As hard as they were, you couldn't miss them. I looked good, but I imagined that I wouldn't stay looking that good for long. I heard noises downstairs. I heard knocks on the door and the doorbell ringing what seems like far too many times. I could hear voices and rough male laughter. I knew that any minute, I was going to be called downstairs, and I was terrified and excited. Just then the door opened, and someone slipped into the room. "Camille!" I said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" She looked at me sheepishly and said, "I want to see you get gang banged," she told me. Surprise turned to shock. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I talked to Jeff about it," she explained. "I wanted to know what you were going through. I wanted to see if it was really happening. I asked him, and he said I could come over and watch. He said that it was important that your friends know what a slut you are." Oh my Dog! I could feel Jeff's hand in this. He knew there could be nothing more humiliating to me than knowing that my friend was watching me. But I couldn't let her watch me! I needed a way out! Then a stroke of genius hit me. "You can't stay here!" I told her. "Those boys will become rabid! If I am occupied, and they see you there, they'll just use you instead!"" "I'm not worried," she told me. "For most of the time I'll be up here watching you on the TV. I'll just sneak down to see what's happening every now and then." Curses, foiled again! Jeff covered every angle. I didn't even realize that he was planning to tape the whole thing! I was sure that he would make me watch it with him later. The door opened again, and Jeff walked in. "Hello girls," he said. He smiled at Camille and then asked me, "Are you ready, Rachel?" I nodded. "Are you going to be a good slut for me?" he asked. I nodded again. "Are you going to do everything that you are told?" he asked. A third nod. "Then let's go," he said. "Camille, after we leave you may turn the television on. If you come downstairs, you should be able to see the action from the staircase without exposing yourself too much. If someone does see you, just head back upstairs and close the door. Everyone knows that they will be ejected if they head upstairs, but scream if you are worried." With that, Jeff took my hand and walked me to the stairs. "Do you remember what to say?" he asked. I nodded, and he smiled and said, "You are very quiet. Say something." I looked at him and said, "Thank you for treating me like a slut." He grabbed me and kissed me deeply. "Let's see if you say that tomorrow morning." Then he walked me downstairs. He stood me at the entrance to the room, and then walked away from me. Jeff and I had discussed my little opening speech, and I was ready to give it. Despite my nerves and trepidation, I put on a bright smile and said, "I want to thank each and every one of you. I appreciate what you've done to protect me, and I want to reward you. I'd appreciate it if you left no permanent marks on me, but other than that, I'm open to anything." I nodded to Jeff and said, "Jeff has agreed to be referee. If he feels that someone is going too far, he will ask you to stop. If you don't, you'll be thrown out and you won't be welcomed back. If you do stop, no harm, no foul. I think you'll find you'll have to go a very long way before Jeff steps in. Now, if you are ready, who wants me, and how?" People didn't react for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then Chris stepped forward. I guess Chris had been pissed at Marty too, and now he was coming to collect his reward. He was just a junior, but he knew how to take control. He walked up to me and pulled me in to a kiss. During the kiss, he fondled my butt and ran his hands up and down my back. "Hey, don't bogart the slut!" someone called out, causing everyone to laugh. Jeff had provided them with some drinks to loosen them up, though he had promised to cut them off way before they got too rambunctious. It had loosened them up a little. Chris laughed too, and he turned me around to face the room, reaching around me to cup my tits. Someone else stepped forward and kissed me, someone I didn't even know. It was starting: I was going to have sex with a complete stranger. I felt another hand reach between the stranger and Chris, and fondle my tits hard. After that point, the night became a blur. I knew most of the people there, but not too well, and many were complete strangers. I remember them pulling my teddy off, then I felt people sucking on my tits. I don't know if they drew straws, or stood in line, but all of a sudden I was on the floor and there was someone between my legs. Jack was someone I knew, someone I had dated previously. When we were dating, I never let him get to second. Now, he was on top of me, squeezing those tits he could never get his hands on, and I felt his cock pushing into my wet pussy. He shoved into me hard, whispering, "Having fun, Ice Princess?" "I'm so sorry for not putting out for you," I grunted at him. "It was wrong. Punish me for not being a slut for you! Fuck me hard!" He tried, bless his soul, but in just a few strokes he was cumming up my slippery pussy. Still, I wasn't worried, there was a line of hard cocks waiting for him to finish. Before he got up I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him hard. Then I whispered in his ear, "If you really want to punish me, next time you're hard, shove that sexy cock of yours up my ass!" That was all the time I had with him as Jack was pulled off of my body by others eager for action. Jack was replaced by another, then another. I am not sure who fucked me when, but I know that I was fucked. The first ones didn't last that long, though I did get off a couple of times. Then the boys started sticking their slimy cocks into my mouth between fucks. I knew when we were on seconds by the length of time that people started taking. I was being fucked hard and long, sometimes by strangers, sometimes by boys I'd known for years. One boy had just come in me, and I was all alone for a minute. I reached between my legs and gathered some of the cum pouring out of me and scooped it into my mouth. Then Jack pulled me up and said, "My turn again!" He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my ass into the air. He poked around for a minute until his cock slipped into my gaping pussy. He stroked a half dozen times, and then pulled out. "Ready to be punished?" he asked. "Oh, yes!" I said. Jeff, the sweetheart, had prepared me earlier. He had shown me exactly how much lube that he was putting up my ass, and it wasn't much. "This will make the going a little easier, but it will still hurt your tiny ass like hell!" And he was right. Jack shoved his cock up my ass, and it burned. "Oh yes! Fuck my ass!" I screamed. "Hurt my ass. Hurt me!" I looked up and I saw the other boys looking at me eagerly. Most had clearly not thought of doing this to me, but now they were thinking! I glanced over at the stairs and saw Camille peeking down. The thought of her seeing me debase myself this way was too much for me, and I came, shrieking. My head dropped to the ground, and Jack kept pumping me. I felt him cum in me, and I groaned. He pulled out, but was quickly replaced by another. While the second boy was fucking my ass, someone pulled my head up by my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth. Mmmmm, plugged in two holes. Jeff came over to me and whispered, "They'll be thinking about this in school on Monday." I almost bit the cock I was sucking as I came. After that, it was more fucking and more sucking. As I said, it was all a blur. After my announcement with Jack, people started treating me more roughly, and I loved every second of it. Finally I heard Chris say, "Let's do a triple!" He rubbed a cloth over my pussy and ass to clear off some of the cum, then he pulled me onto him and stuck his cock up my pussy. "Who gets her mouth, and who gets her ass?" he asked. I don't know who answered, but someone shoved a cock into my mouth, while I felt a cock pushing into my abused asshole. I was pummeled back and forth until I felt them cumming in me, one after another. After that fuck, I was completely drained, but still some of them used my limp body as a handy cum receptacle. It was amazing. When I next realized what was going on, Jeff was carrying me upstairs and the boys were all gone. He got to my room and laid me on the bed. Camille was there with wet cloths to help clean my abused body. "Did she really like that as much as she seemed to?" she asked Jeff. "Ask the slut yourself," he said with a proud smile in his voice. "I loved it," I muttered and moaned. I was hurting all over, and I wanted nothing more than to sleep. I felt Jeff kiss my lips, and he said, "Sleep my darling." That was all I remembered until I woke up the next afternoon. Jeff had once again delivered on his promise. ------- Chapter 23: The Playroom I opened the door and turned on the lights. I dragged the box into the room and closed the door behind me. First things first: I went around and replaced all the dead light bulbs. Then I carried my box into the room and surveyed the damage. For a suburban dungeon, it really was very impressive. The furniture looked well built and the whips and chains looked expensive. I got out my broom and started sweeping. After a few hours of sweeping, dusting and hosing, the place was starting to look good. I got out the leather cleaner and started on the wide array of paddles, whips and restraints. It was quite a while before I was done. In the course of cleaning the room, I discovered some interesting features. There was a closet full of costumes, both male and female. The female costumes looked interesting, but I didn't think I was the right personality to wear leather hoods and chaps. There was a refrigerator and a little pantry. The items in it had long since gone bad, but the possibilities were interesting. When I was done, I poured myself a glass of water from the sink, and took a good look around. Now that I had my own personal torture chamber, what was I going to do with it? I had been browsing the web and looking for as much information as possible on using a dungeon. There was a lot of misinformation out there, but there was also a lot of good information. I tried to learn what each of the items was, though there were some items in here that I hadn't seen any information on. I also tried to understand how to handle this safely. I knew that I was a rank beginner, and that wielding a whip could cause significant and permanent damage. Some of the other items in this room could also do real harm, so I was going to take it slow and try and learn what I could before I used it. When Jess had handed me the key to this room, she had made it clear that it was mine to do with as I pleased. What did I please to do, and to whom should I do it? Rachel was lovely, and so far willing to do everything that I had asked of her. The nastier it was, the more her mind told her the deed was bad, the more she reveled in the act. I had started easy on her with the pain, more because of my fears and concerns than hers, but that would change when she entered this room; when that happened, we would find out how much of a pain slut she really was. Then there was Jess. Exactly how far did I intend to go with her? Every day I got to see this lovely, mature woman naked. Jess had more sexual experience than I would probably ever have. For years, she was just Mrs. Miller, the mom next door. Sure, she was a sexy woman, and as a normal teenage boy I'd thought about fucking her. But of course, I don't think that there was a woman I'd met as a teenager that I didn't at least think about fucking. But I never really thought of Jess as a sexual creature. Was I ever wrong! When she had called me over to talk about Rachel, I didn't know what she would tell me. But the last thing that I expected was to have her serving dinner to me while she was naked. And this room! As presents go, this was a doozy! So now, what do I do with Jess? She said that she wasn't ready for anything sexual, but in my short time as a sexually active boy, I had never seen anyone more ready for sexual activity. For lord's sake, she had cum when I slapped her face! And since I had punished her, she had been very affectionate. The way that she looked at me, the way that she hinted about things, made it clear that if I wanted to push her on her no sexual contact rule, she would let herself be convinced of just about anything. But did I want to do anything more sexual with Jess? I admit that seeing Jess naked every day was fabulous. But did I want to take the next step? I wasn't sure, but I did know one thing. I would not take her hints and push her sexually. When she was ready for it, she was going to have to ask me. And what about Rachel and Jess? Rachel had told me what happened when she came home from her date with Neal. It made me think about our first naked dinner. Should I have had her clean off Rachel when I was done? With her tongue? They were mother and daughter, but they looked enough alike that with a little work they could be mistaken for sisters. Very hot, very sexy sisters. I knew that they had both been with other women. How much would it take to have them be with each other? Would that be a line they were ready to cross? Would that be a line that I would be ready to cross? How would I feel about seeing Rachel go down on her mother? Or Jess go down on her daughter. Aw, hell, who was I kidding? And speaking of incest, there was Michelle. My lovely sister Michelle. My sexy sister Michelle. Where was that going? In May, I had not even seen her naked. Now I've seen her in sexual relations with another woman. I've seen her using Rachel, pushing her. And more importantly, I've seen Rachel pushing Michelle. Michelle was becoming more comfortable thinking about me in a sexual way, and more comfortable having me think of her in a sexual way. What was going to happen there? I had to put Michelle out of my mind for now. One family's issues were enough for me to deal with at a time. And I was dealing with their issues. Rachel had all these unresolved sexual feelings. She was a masochistic submissive, and I was tasked with finding her limits and helping her learn to control her feelings so that they didn't control her. Jess, on the other hand, knew exactly what her limits were, and she'd had her feelings under control. But now that control was fraying, and I would have to deal with that soon enough. So while I was certainly reaping the benefits of my relationship with the Millers, it was a lot to have on my seventeen year old mind. I should be thinking about how to cop a feel of my date in the backseat of my car, not what permutations of an incestuous three-way (or four-way) I should be getting into! Ah, well. As a wise man once said, with great powers come great responsibilities. ------- We were eating an early dinner on a Friday night, and Jeff seemed a little nervous, which surprised me. Jeff rarely gets nervous, and even now, it was barely noticeable, but it was there. I knew that it wasn't because of the two naked women in front of him, because that was normal. I had even invited Michelle over for dinner as well, but Jeff had nixed that invitation. After dinner, Jeff said, "Rachel, go use the bathroom, then come back." I was confused, but I went. It actually gave me a little thrill, being ordered to relieve myself that way, like I didn't even have a right to decide when I was supposed to go to the bathroom. When I got back, Jeff said, "We are going downstairs to the basement." I shrugged my shoulders, but I heard my mother gasp. I looked at her strangely, but I still didn't know what was going on. I followed Jeff downstairs, and I noticed Mom following me. We walked to the back of the basement and I saw Jeff pull a key chain off of his neck. He went up to the closet and unlocked the door, though he did not open it. Where did he get the key from, and why? My parents always told me that we had lost the key. I looked at my mother, even more confused, and it didn't help when I saw the glazed, fearful expression in her eyes. Jeff reached into a box and pulled out a collar and a leash! Were they for me? Goody! He reached up and hung the collar on a peg near the closet door. "At no time may you open this door yourself," Jeff told me in a very serious tone of voice. "When the door is open, you may enter, but only naked, wearing this collar, and on your hands and knees. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said, though I was still confused. Jeff reached into the box and pulled another collar out and placed it on a peg on the other side of the door. "What is that one for?" I asked. "For now, nothing," he said, though I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath. I looked over at her and her expression was a cross between sheer terror and naked yearning. I knew exactly who that second collar was for, and I knew that it wasn't for today. But I knew that one day I would see it around her neck. Jeff reached up and got my collar off of the wall. "Put it on," he said. I struggled with it a little, but it was my collar, and I was going to get it on me. When it was on, he pointed to the floor in front of the door. I got down on my hands and knees and wiggled my ass in the air playfully. Then I saw the expression on his face, and I wasn't sure that playful was the mood I should be in right now. Jeff opened the door, and I was shocked when I saw the corridor leading away. He motioned me ahead of him, and I crawled down the hall. Just before the end there was a right turn, and before I took it I glanced back into my basement. My mother was still standing where we had left her, rooted to the same spot. I turned the corner and stumbled to a stop when I saw what was there. My mind was spinning, racing in circles, trying to come to some conclusion about what I was seeing. This could not have been Jeff's work. Some of it he could have secretly brought in, but most of it would have needed multiple people to get in. This had to have been here before, which meant that it was my mother's and father's. Which also explained some of my mother's reactions in the basement. "Stand up, my slut," Jeff said. I did as he asked, and I turned around, trying to see everywhere. He gently took hold of my chin and pointed my face so that I was looking into his eyes. "You asked me to punish you, to hurt you, to use your body as I see fit," he said quietly, almost gently. "Look around you now. Look at what I may do to you, and then ask me again." I was about to respond, when I realized that I should do as he asked. It was a truly a frightening site, especially from the perspective of the one that would be on the receiving end of everything. There were paddles and leather straps and ropes and whips and chains and knives and feathers. I was terrified and I was excited. And then I realized what Jeff was nervous about. He didn't know how I would react. He didn't know if I would run screaming. But I think mostly, he was afraid that I would not. And if that were the case, I was about to disappoint him. I dropped to my knees in front of Jeff, held the end of my leash up and said, "Jeff, please feel free to use anything in this room that you'd like on me. I trust you completely, and I am glad that you are willing to do this for me." He just shook his head, then he took the leash and pulled me to my feet with it. He kissed me violently, then backed off. "I haven't really pushed you to what I thought a breaking point was," he told me. "That is about to change. As a result, I want you to pick a safe word. This is a word that you will use if the pain is too much. When you use the word, everything is over. I will not touch you again for a week after you use it. It is your word of last resort. "In addition, until I get to know how your body works better, I want you to pick a warning word. When you use that word, I will know that you are in some distress, but it will be up to me to decide whether I will modify my actions, and we may still continue. Do you understand what the difference is?" I nodded my head. I was nervous that he felt he needed those words, however as usual, with nervousness came excitement. "What are your words?" he asked me. "Ketchup and Mustard," I said. "Which is which?" he asked. "Ketchup is red, so it means stop," I explained. "Mustard is yellow, so it means slow down." He smiled at me, and I was happy at that, since it was the first smile of the day. "Are you ready to begin?" he asked. I nodded nervously. Jeff handed me something, and slipped a band around my wrist. It was a small black box with a dial in the front. "What is this?" I asked. He reached over and flicked a switch on the box. It started clicking slowly. "This is a metronome," he said. He smiled and said, "Think of it as measuring the rhythm of your pain." I glanced at him with a confused look. "When you are able to completely tolerate what I am doing," he explained, "it will beat like this. As your tolerance for the pain that I am inflicting decreases, you will turn the dial." He turned the dial up, and the beat went faster and faster. "When you can barely take it, it should be here," he said, as he turned it until it was almost a continuous click. "This way, we'll both learn your limits," he told me. "Now, if you are ready..." He led me over to a large X. He stretched my hands well above my head and fastened them into cuffs that were embedded in the X. Then he did the same for my ankles, so that I was held up by just the bonds on my extremities. I was considering turning the metronome up a notch when he walked behind me and pulled some sort of lever. The X leaned back until it was at a forty five degree angle, then it clicked into place. Jeff walked up between my legs, smiling evilly. "I have you in my clutches now!" he said in a cartoon villain's voice. Then he started running his fingers lightly up and down my body. It caused me to shiver with pleasure, at least until he ran them down my sides, which caused me to squeal and squirm as he tickled me. Finally, he leaned over and kissed me lightly on my pussy, then he went to the wall and got one of the items. "This is a slapper," he said, showing me how it had a couple of pieces of leather connected on one side to a handle. He raised his arm and brought it down on my stomach. It made a loud sound that startled me, but I realized that it didn't hurt that much. At least until he did it again, harder, on my thigh. It wasn't the worst pain that I'd ever felt, but I knew it was just the beginning. He only hit me a few times with the slapper. It seemed that he was going to try out a goodly number of the items on the wall, with me being the lucky recipient. Before he used each item on me, he would hold it up and introduce it to me. He would tell me its name, and then explain how it was to be used. He showed me crops, which have a hard leather surface at the end and thud into my breasts and thighs so hard. He showed me paddles, which he used on my legs, but left mostly for another time, when I was face down. He showed me different things made of different kinds of material, which he used on my breasts, stomach and pussy. He showed me canes, which he swished through the air, but which he told me I was not ready for yet. For the first half hour he demonstrated each piece lightly, with the slow ticking of the metronome in the background. Then he picked up a whip with many thin leather straps, and he really got to work. He started with my thighs, and he did it a lot harder than he had before. He worked his way up my side, getting my hips and waist without touching my pussy. He was flicking the whip, and each stroke was fast and sharp, causing pain to go flashing through my body. My hand involuntarily clicked the dial up a few notches the first time the tails on the whip hit my breast. Jeff worked his way around the other side of my body, starting at my breast and moving down to my leg. He then stood below me and aimed a couple of shots at the balls of my feet. Damn! Who knew my feet were so sensitive. Then he walked up between my legs, increasing the strength of the slaps on the inside of each of my legs as he moved up. I had been slowly increasing the beat of the metronome, and it was now clicking at a reasonably fast pace. I shoved the dial all the way up and screamed as he landed a really hard blow right on my open, dripping pussy. I watched him looking at me, with the metronome clamoring in the background, as he drew his hand back and repeated his swing. He did it one more time before he leaned over and kissed my abused pussy. He stood right between my legs, looking down at me, and he held the whip up to my face. "Kiss the whip, and thank me for using it on you," he said. It took me a few minutes before I was able to, then I leaned forward and kissed it. "Thank you Jeff. Thank you for doing this. Please, can I cum?" He looked at me and smiled. "I don't know. I abused you pretty hard. Can you cum?" Can I cum? Was he out of his mind? He had to be able to see my pulsing labia. He had to see the fluids pooling under my ass. Had to know that it would take so little to push me over the edge! "Please, I'm begging you like a true slut!" I told him. "Please make me cum. Fuck me. Use me any way you want! Please!" He smiled and dropped his pants. He pulled my hips further down, stretching my arms out even more painfully, and he shoved his cock into me. I was wet and loose, so he went in easily, but it hurt like hell! My pussy was sore from the whipping that it had received, and every stroke increased the pain, but that did not stop me from cumming hard around his cock. He pounded into me, but it was not long before I felt him spurting into my abused pussy. He leaned forward on me, resting after his exertions. "Do you think I'm a horrible pain slut?" I asked. I was nervous about how he would react to my behavior. "No," he told me, "I think that you are a wonderful pain slut. And I think that in a few months time, you'll be able to take many more of those strokes without turning the dial up more than half way." My cunt shuddered around his cock as I came a little at the thought of months of this treatment! Finally, Jeff got up and unfastened me. He helped me stand up and he walked me back out of the dungeon. When we got out, I saw that my mother was still standing there. She ran up to me and asked, "Are you all right?" I nodded as she hugged me. "I'm so proud of you," she said. "You behaved so well for your master!" My master. Mmmmm. I hadn't really referred to Jeff as my master, but it was clear that Mom thought of him that way. I would have to talk with Jeff about that at some point. Jeff closed and locked the door, then helped me remove my collar and place it back on the peg. He turned to my mother and said, "Jess, please take care of her tonight." "I will, Jeff," she replied, going to Jeff and hugging him. I was surprised to see that there were tears in her eyes, and they were red and puffy, as if she had been crying. She grabbed Jeff and planted a big kiss on his mouth. "Thank you for taking such good care of my baby!" she told him. He smiled weakly, then left the house. Mom took me up to bed, cleaned me off and tucked me in. Before she left I said, "Mom, we are going to have a long talk about you and dad one day soon!" She nodded with a sad smile on her face as she left the room. ------- Chapter 24: Jess I was sitting at the table, Rachel holding my arms. Jeff had just walked out, and Rachel was lying across from me, cum pooled on her back. The room smelled of sex and I had just experienced the best orgasm that I had in years, and all while my cunt was untouched. "You are soooooooo fucked!" Rachel whispered at me, and I knew that she was right. I had perfectly good intentions: I would tease Jeff, let him dominate me, but keep the sexuality to the level of teasing. And now I knew what Rachel clearly understood: I was fucked. It wouldn't happen today. Not tomorrow either. But one day soon, despite my best intentions, I would be down on my knees, begging Jeff to fuck me. Sigh. I stood up and walked around behind Rachel. She showed no desire to get up from where she was lying, and if her orgasm was as good as it seemed, I could completely understand why she didn't want to move. I looked down at my daughter's back, examining the cum pooled on it. I ran my forefinger through a puddle and lifted some to my face, smelling it before popping my finger into my mouth to taste. I hadn't tasted cum since Gary had died, and I didn't realize how much I missed it. I glanced back down at Rachel, seeing the cum pooling in the small of her back, seeing it dripping between the cheeks of her ass, seeing her own juices glistening on her pussy. It was all I could do to keep myself from bending over and licking the cum off of her. With a deep sigh I went to the sink and moistened a towel so that I could wash her off. I went back to her and cleaned her up. When I was done cleaning her back I ran the rough cloth through her pussy, wiping up her juices as well. She moaned a little, but she was so satiated that she did not even move. "Come to bed, my slutty daughter," I told her. That caused a shiver, and I helped her stand. I walked to her room with her and helped her to her bed, then kissed her on the forehead and said good night. ------- After that day, Jeff continued to come over, but did nothing sexual with me. He flirted a little, but nothing that would have been out of place if we were both wearing clothes. But of course, I wasn't. I was still determined not to go as far as sex, but I took pains to brush up against him, present my tits in his face and wiggle my ass in his general direction. But that bastard, as my daughter calls him, ignored me. Actually, that is not fair. Jeff showed appreciation for my body and what I did with it, but that is all he did. He didn't take it any further. The bastard. It was bad enough when he was just hanging out. On a few occasions he would decide that Rachel needed to be punished. I watched him do it, or I heard him do it, and I salivated, or, to be more accurate, my pussy salivated. I was jealous of my daughter. I wanted it to be me. I missed a hard hand on my ass almost as much as I missed a hard cock in my cunt. When Jeff introduced Rachel to my playroom, it opened a whole new world for them, but for me it was like I was a kid with my nose pressed up to the window of the candy store and no money in my pocket. I knew I was being stupid, but how would Rachel feel if her mother came begging to borrow her boyfriend? And even though he seemed to like me, would he really want to have sex with someone as old as me. So I distanced myself, closed myself down a little, and let Jeff and Rachel have their fun. One night I came home from work, and Rachel asked if I could come see something in her room. "I just need to get undressed," I told her. "Can you just come now for a minute?" she asked. I sighed, but followed her. What she showed me did not seem that important, but it took about a half hour. After she was done, I went to my room, got undressed, then went down to make dinner. Jeff came to dinner, and Rachel was quite happy to see him. Towards the end of dinner, Rachel said to Jeff, "Mom misbehaved today." I looked at Rachel in surprise, but Jeff asked, "Really? How did she misbehave?" "She came home, and she stayed dressed for a half hour before she took off her clothes, and you specifically told us that we had to be naked in the house," Rachel said. I couldn't believe it! "But it was only because..." I started to defend myself, but Rachel cut me off. "Did you or did you not stay dressed after you came home?" she asked. "I did, but..." I started, when she interrupted me again. "And what is the rule about being dressed in the house?" she asked. "I need to get undressed as soon as I come home," I said quietly. The bitch had set me up! She had set up her own mother! "I think that she needs to be punished, Jeff," Rachel said. Jeff had been sitting back, enjoying the interplay between me and Rachel. He had a smile on his face, and he said, "It's true that if I don't maintain discipline, then who knows what would happen around here." "Go get the strap," Jeff instructed Rachel. He held out his hand and pulled me up and directed me to the couch. He leaned me over the back of the couch and pushed me down so that my hands were resting on the seat of the couch and my ass was up in the air. Oh my god! He was going to punish me. I wasn't just going to get a spanking, I was going to get the strap! I had watched him strap Rachel, and every time he did, I had to go masturbate immediately afterwards, although, to be fair, I had to go jill-off every time he punished Rachel in any way. Rachel came running back and I heard her hand the strap to Jeff. I heard the swish as he swung it through the air, and then Rachel came to stand in front of me. "You will get one stroke for each minute that you were dressed while you were at home," Jeff said. "How many do you get?" I looked right into my conniving slut of a daughter's eyes and said, "Forty five, please." Rachel got a surprised look on her face when she realized that I was lying. We both knew that it was less than thirty. Nonetheless, Jeff stepped forward and started administering my punishment. I savored the first stroke like I would a glass of cold water on a blazingly hot day. It was delicious and soothing. I counted off each one, and with each number I became more breathless than the one before. I felt myself building and building, until finally, when Jeff had reached thirty strokes, I came. My head exploded! It made the cum that Jeff gave me weeks ago pale by comparison. I couldn't even breathe, yet Jeff kept laying the strap onto my ass. I don't know how many strokes I missed, but when I got my breath back I continued counting with thirty one. By the time Jeff reached forty five, I was on the verge of cumming again. Jeff stopped, and I stayed draped across the couch, wiggling my ass in the air. I wanted more! How could he just stop? Jeff just stood behind me. I could feel him watching me, and I couldn't take it. Finally I said, "Please!" "Please what?" Jeff asked. He knew what I wanted, just as Rachel did, but he was going to make me ask! I couldn't believe he was going to make me beg for it in front of my daughter! "Please," I pleaded desperately. "I punished you, as is my right," Jeff said with a smile in his voice. "I wouldn't dream of overstepping my boundaries." I looked into his eyes, embarrassment written across my face as I begged, "Please, please make me cum." "That would be something sexual, wouldn't it?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered. "Well, Jess, the rules that you laid down state that sexual activity is OK if you agree," he said. "Are you agreeing that it is OK for me to perform a sexual act on you right now?" "God, yes!" I moaned. Screw my resolve. Screw my morals. Please, just let him screw me! I thought that Jeff would fuck me, I hoped that Jeff would fuck me, but he didn't. Instead, he took the strap and swung it underhand, and the strap slammed into my pussy lips. I screamed and came and came and came. Jeff stood back and watched me cum, and he watched Rachel watch me cum. When I was finished, Jeff laid the strap across my back and said, "Rachel, it is your responsibility to clean her up and take care of her tonight. Thank you both for a lovely evening." And with that, Jeff walked out of our house. Rachel watched as he walked out the door, a look of surprise and lust on her face. "That boy has entirely too much self control!" she complained. Then she helped me up and took me to my bed. She gently rubbed lotion on my ass, and tucked me into bed. "You lied to him about length of time that you were dressed," she told me. "You set me up to be punished," I countered. "You needed to cum," she told me. "You are an evil, evil daughter, and I love you very much," I said, pulling her into a hug. Then I went to sleep. ------- Chapter 25: The Inevitable Decision I stood outside the door, listening to the sounds coming down the hallway. I slowly slipped the collar and leash off the wall and placed it around my neck. Since my first and only punishment at Jeff's hands, I had been anticipating and dreading this moment. Jeff, however, did not make it easy for me. Despite the fact that I practically threw myself at Jeff, brushing against him, wiggling in front of him, doing everything but offering my body to him, Jeff just treated me as the mom of his friend. I knew what he wanted. Jeff was not going to take me; I would have to give myself to him. I don't know why, but I fought it. I don't know if I felt that he was too young, if I thought he was Rachel's, if it would ruin my relationship with Rachel, if I thought I would be betraying Gary. Over the course of the weeks I'd played all the ideas through my head, and I still didn't have an answer to that question. But I did have an answer to another important question: Would I give myself to Jeff? I got down and my hands and knees and started crawling down the endless hallway. When I finally entered the room, I glanced up, and what I saw impressed me. Rachel was chained to the wall. Her arms were spread wide, there was a spreader bar on her ankles, and from the middle of the spreader was another bar, perpendicular and centered, heading straight up to her crotch. Attached to the top was a large dildo which was firmly embedded in her cunt. Her hair was in a ponytail, with a large weight tied to it. She had a ball gag in her mouth and attached to fasteners around it were chains attached tautly to her nipple rings. If the weight on her hair pulled her head back, it would stretch her nipples up. If she moved her head down to relieve the pain on her nipples, her hair was pulled harder. Any movement in any direction was certain to cause excruciating pain to some part of her body. I could feel my pussy leaking juices. A few times every minute, Jeff swung a whip at her. Sometimes he would hit her, sometimes he would not, but each time he swung she would flinch, pulling her hair or her nipples and burying the dildo deeper. It was simply heavenly. I wished it was me. Jeff had just swung and connected with her tits, when he noticed that I was in the room. I crawled over to Jeff and put my head down near his foot. "I can't see your face when you're like that," he told me. "In here, you look into my eyes unless you are unable to." I looked up at him. "Please," I said quietly. "Please what?" he asked. "Please punish me," I answered. "For what?" he asked. "Because you can," I said. "Because I need it." "But if it's just punishment for punishment's sake, that would be sexual," Jeff said. "Yes, it would," I replied. "And that is OK with you?" he asked. "May I set the rules?" I asked. Jeff nodded. Rachel had told me the rules that she had set for Jeff. Rule one: no permanent marks. Rule two: he can't do anything that would make him lose respect for her. Rule three: it ends after graduation. "Rule number two," I said, and then I stopped speaking. "What about rule number one?" he asked after a few moments of silence. "It doesn't apply," I said. He could mark me as he chose. "And rule number three?" he asked. "It doesn't apply," I said. I knew that regardless of what I would have said, I would be his until he tired of me. "What about other rules?" he asked. "Only those that you impose on me," I replied. "How are you going to feel when I fuck you in front of your daughter, knowing that she understands you are so desperate you've begged to have her boyfriend fuck you?" he asked. I wasn't sure what he was trying to get me to feel, but it almost made me laugh. "If you think that it will humiliate me, you are wrong," I said. "My daughter loves me, and she would want what is best for me, and I am sure she knows what is best for me." Jeff looked over at Rachel, who was still bound and gagged. She shook her head a little and moaned into her gag. He released her gag (tugging on her nipple chains a bit first), then asked, "You have something to say?" "Please, will you do this for me?" she asked. "Do what?" he asked her. "Don't be cruel," she begged him. "Please punish my mother like she asked you, and then fuck her like she deserves to be fucked!" Have I mentioned how much I love my daughter? This was her owner, and she was giving him to me! I would have to find a suitable way to repay her! "For such a dutiful little slut, I'll grant your wish," he said, kissing Rachel on her lips. I gasped in anticipation. I was going to get what I so desperately needed! Jeff replaced the ball gag harness, but left the gag out. He reattached her nipple rings and then started rearranging furniture. He set up an adjustable bench in front of Rachel, and he had my lie down so that I was looking right at my daughter, and she could see my face. He tied my arms down and made sure I was comfortable. I couldn't see what Jeff was doing, but I could hear him getting something down off of the wall. He stood behind me and asked, "Are you sure that there are no restrictions?" "None," I said. I saw Rachel's eyes widen just as I heard the hiss of the whip through the air. He landed one right on my ass, and pain blossomed through my body. I felt like screaming, but I didn't. I felt like laughing at how good it felt, but I didn't. I just gasped and sighed contentedly. My contented feeling didn't last long, however, as Jeff continued my punishment, and soon I was moaning and crying in pain. It hurt so much, and I had missed it so much! I was crying from the pain. I was crying from the release. I was crying from the feelings of loneliness that knowing it was not Gary behind me brought. I was crying because there was finally someone to take me in hand. I was crying because he was my daughter's friend, and he would not be my keeper forever. I was crying because I was so close to cumming. "Just one more," Jeff said, "and then I fuck you. Where do you want it?" "On my pussy!" I cried out, but Jeff had anticipated me. The answer came out as "On my puuuuuusssssssyyyyyyy!" as I screamed the last word in response to the vicious stroke that Jeff administered. Jeff was already naked from his preparations for my daughter, so all he did was step between my legs and sink his cock quickly into my abused pussy. He had just landed a huge blow onto my delicate region, and on top of that I had not had sex for three years. Despite that, I shrieked with joy and started cumming immediately. Jeff continued to pump me as I came, and after about three or four minutes of continuous cumming, I collapsed on the bench. Jeff, however, ignored the fact that I was semi-comatose and simply continued sawing in and out of me. After about ten minutes he pulled out, walked to the front of the bench and jerked off onto my unresponsive face. I couldn't move, but I could smile at him and Rachel through the globs of cum on my face. I felt happier than I had since my husband died. After resting for a few minutes, Jeff went over to Rachel and detached her from all his implements of pleasure. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs. He was back a few minutes later and he unfastened me, then carried me upstairs to my bed as well. I was impressed; I hadn't realized how strong Jeff was becoming. He placed me onto my bed, right next to Rachel. From the angle that she was at while bound in the playroom, Rachel apparently did not have a good view of my ass and back. She gasped as she saw the damage, and there was some damage. Jeff had not held back, and as much as he might have read up and practiced with all the gear, he was still not an expert. He kissed the top of my head, then kissed Rachel. "It's your responsibility to clean her up and put her to bed," he instructed Rachel. "I want you to sleep in here and hold her all night. I have to go now." With that, he left the house. Rachel went to the bathroom and got some wet washcloths and antiseptic. I was finally able to start thinking enough to instruct her on how to clean me up and how to put cream on the sores. "I think he went too far," she told me "No, he did not," I said in an assured tone. "He knew what I needed, and he provided it. He did better than most people twice his age. When he comes back, I am going to get down on my knees and thank him for what he did. And when I am up to it, I will get down on my knees in front of you and thank you for encouraging him." I kissed Rachel on her lips and pulled her close. Rachel held me as I took stock in how my body felt. Sore, but satisfied, I decided. After a while, Rachel asked, "What are we going to do after June?" "Don't worry," I told her. "These things have a way of working themselves out." ------- Chapter 26: Anne Anne was a girl that I knew only slightly. We were more acquaintances than friends. After September, however, she started to say hi to me a little more, and she seemed to always be looking at me. Anne was a cute girl, but she didn't work at it. She had blondish/brown hair, and with a little work could have made herself look real pretty, but she never wore makeup. The way that she dressed made her look mousy and she was almost pathologically shy. That was why I was surprised when, on a number of occasions she attempted to strike up a conversation. I probably would have talked to her under any circumstances, but I really had lost many of the friends that I used to hang out with, so I was willing to take just about anyone that would accept me. Our first conversations were fairly innocuous, but towards the end of the fall, she finally sprung the conversation that she had clearly been working herself up to have. "How does it feel, being that way?" she asked me one day when we were alone. "What way?" I asked. "You know..." she said. "Oh, you mean a slut?" I asked with a smile. I assumed this conversation would come up. Most of my friends had asked me at one time why I had become such a slut. "No, I mean, how does it feel to be Jeff's slave?" she asked. I was shocked. First of all, while I listened to everything that he said, I wasn't sure that I considered myself to be his slave. Second, while Jeff was involved in a lot of my humiliation, most of it was done remotely, where he would tell me in advance what to do, but I would do it myself. For the most part in school, we still acted like friends. If I ever walked into school wearing a collar and leash and being led around, I was pretty sure he would have someone else do it. So the fact that Anne had decided that I was a slave, and that I was Jeff's slave, meant that she had been paying far better attention than anyone else. "What makes you say that I am Jeff's slave?" I asked. "I've seen the marks on you when you shower," she explained. "They are mostly faded, but I can tell by the bruises and marks that you are being whipped and beaten. Your attitude and demeanor tells me that you don't object to them, so I don't think that you are doing this against your will. "And I've seen the way that you look at Jeff, and more importantly, I've seen the way that Jeff watches over you. It's like he is always watching out, making sure that nothing too bad happens. Anytime that you do something really outrageous, he is somewhere nearby, as if he's ready to jump in if there is a problem." "Really?" I asked. Anne nodded, and I thought about what she had said. It was true. Jeff was always watching out for me. He accepted the role that I thrust upon him, and he took his job seriously. It made me want to go find him right now and give him a really big kiss, and probably a blowjob too. "So what is it like?" Anne prompted. "Why do you want to know?" I countered. Anne just looked down and muttered something about being curious. "Oh, no you don't," I said. "If I am going to share my deepest sexual secrets, you're going to have to do better than that. You did not ask out of simple curiosity!" Anne mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what she said. "What was that?" I asked. "I want to be a slave," she said in a low voice. "Really?" I asked, surprised. "Yes," she said, looking at me right in the eye for the first time since she asked the question. "I want to belong to someone. I want to belong to someone who will whip me and beat me like Jeff does to you. I want to know what it feels like to be completely under someone's control, to be unable to protest as they hurt you. Please tell me what it is like!" I sat back and thought about that for a minute, and then I started talking to her. It turned out that she was a complete virgin. She had never been with anyone, man or woman, but she was an avid reader, and her favorite genre was BDSM. She dreamed of being kidnapped and raped, being a harem girl, being a slave. She did not enjoy the humiliation that I did, but she wanted the pain, the bondage, the servitude. I thought about her, and I compared her to me. Her home life was not anything like mine. She had very strict parents who seemed to want to keep her a baby forever. They did not let her do all the things that a teenager wanted. I thought about how I was feeling before I asked Jeff for the Favor, and I realized that when Anne went away to college, she might end up even worse than I was afraid I would. We talked some more, and the conversations seemed to help her. She was the first person other than my mother to whom I told the whole story of the Favor. I explained why I asked for the Favor, and what Jeff was doing. She was so envious. One day I asked her, "Do you want to come to my house after school, and maybe I can show you some of my stuff?" "I couldn't today," she said. "My parents expect me home." "What if I have my mother call and tell her that we need to study together for a project?" I asked. "She could explain that it is just me and her that live there, and that you can stay for dinner. Do you think that they'd let you do that?" "I can ask," she said excitedly. I gave her a hug and we went on our way. That night she called and said that her parents had agreed, but they wanted to make sure that it was OK with my mom. I told Mom that I wanted Anne to come over, but that her parents were really strict. I decided that at this point, I would not violate Anne's confidence and tell her about Anne. The next day at school, I didn't see Anne too much, but when I did see her she seemed to be bubbling with excitement. I had told Jeff that I would be unavailable after school, and he was OK with that. After school, we walked to my house, and Anne could barely contain her excitement. We walked into the house, and as soon as we closed the door I began removing my clothes. "What are you doing?" Anne asked. "No women may wear clothes in this house of slavery," I said. OK, so I was exaggerating a little bit. Call it poetic license. However Anne was a lot like me, only more unsure of herself, and I knew that someone saying that to me would get my engine going. Anne looked around nervously. "But what about your mother?" she asked. "No women may wear clothes in this house of slavery," I repeated. By this point I was completely naked, and I just stood there looking at her. She looked me up and down and asked, "Me too?" "No women may wear clothes in this house of slavery," I intoned. She gulped mightily, and then she started unbuttoning her shirt. As I have mentioned, her clothes were not stylish. They looked like Sears standard, and they did little to flatter her. She removed the shirt, and I was surprised. Beneath the baggy shirt that she wore were a set of truly impressive tits, encased in a truly utilitarian white bra. She unfastened her baggy jeans, and pushed them off, so that she was standing in her large white bra, large white panties and white sweat socks. I shook my head in disbelief and motioned to her that the rest should go. She reached down and pulled off her socks, trying to delay the inevitable. I know that she had to shower with everyone, but she must do it in a corner or late, because I don't remember ever seeing her body before. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then she pulled it off her arms. She quickly pushed the plain white panties down her legs and stepped out of them, then stood with her arms held awkwardly to her side, her eyes cast to the ground, clearly uncomfortable and worried about my judgment. "Wow," was all I said. Her blondish/brown hair came down over one shoulder, almost covering her nipple. Her breasts were large, at least a D-cup. She had large pink areolas with puffy pink nipples. She was not skinny, but not fat either; she was curvaceous. She had wide hips and sexy legs. Between her hips she had a large brown bush. Her hands instinctively went to cover up her pussy when she glanced up and saw me looking at it. I twirled my finger in a circle, indicating that she should spin for me, and she did. She had a wide, sexy ass, with a good amount of padding. "Girl, with your body, you should definitely not be covering up," I told her when she was facing me again. "You should be showing it off. Man, I wish I had your tits!" She blushed and looked down. I leaned forward, and in a low voice said, "If I had your tits, Jeff would tit-fuck me every chance he got. And the devices he would put on my nipples. Oooo." I shuddered just thinking about it. "Do you want to get a drink?" I asked. "OK," she muttered, and I led her to the kitchen. She was very uncomfortable just sitting there having a drink and a snack with no clothes on. But that was OK with me; I wanted her to get used to it. After our snack I asked, "Are you ready to come up to my room and see some of my toys?" She nodded eagerly. I sent her up the stairs in front of me, so that I could see her ass. It's funny, because I never used to be this attracted to girls, but ever since Michelle I've been looking at girls in a different way. When we got to my room, I had Anne sit down at the head of my bed, and I went to the toy box and pulled it out. "Most of the really good stuff I don't have permission to show you," I told Anne. "These are just the things that we keep around the house for the run of the mill punishments." I started laying things out on the foot of the bed, and it struck me that I had turned into a really perverse girl! I had a crop, a strap, a couple of whips, cuffs, a few collars and leashes, clamps, chains and assorted clips and binding devices. And these were just the things outside of the playroom. As I laid each item on the bed, Anne's eyes got bigger and bigger, and her breathing got shallower and shallower. Her hand involuntarily reached out a couple of times, as if she wanted to touch something but she was afraid to. "You can touch them if you'd like," I said. For the next ten minutes, Anne carefully examined all the items on the bed. When she had finished, she asked meekly, "Can I use some of them?" I examined her carefully, and then said, "You know, if we use these I will most likely get excited." Ha! As if my juices weren't already running down my legs. "If I do, something will have to be done about that. Do you understand?" She nodded, but she was distracted by what was in front of her. "When you asked to use them, did you mean that you wanted to use them on me, or that I should use them on you?" I asked. She looked surprised at the question, and said, "You should use me. I mean, you should use them on me." Her tone implied that there could not have been another possibility. "Well, the thing is, I enjoy the feel of them too, so I may have you use some of them on me as well. Would that be OK?" I asked. She nodded her head jerkily. "Give me your hands," I ordered. She held her hands out and I slipped the cuffs onto them. Her breathing increased even more. "You've never done this before, have you?" I asked. "Not with things like this," she said, "but I've tried using belts on myself, and pins and paper clips and binders." "Well, I don't know how much pain you think you want versus how much pain you can take, so I am going to stop when you tell me to stop or when you say no, do you understand?" She nodded, but she didn't seem to be paying attention. I slapped her across her face hard. She gasped and looked at me. "Pay attention to me," I said. "Do you understand that I will stop when you tell me to?" "Yes, Mistress," she said. "Oh no, I'm not a mistress," I told her. "I'm just a sub trying to help out another sub. Keep that Mistress talk for when you really have one! Now are you ready to begin?" She nodded and I began. I thought that I was a real pain slut, but Anne put me to shame. Her response to everything that I did was 'More' and 'Harder'. And her body was made for taking punishment. Her ass was padded and the sound of the paddle striking it was beautiful. The crop made perfect triangular marks on her ass. When I turned her over, her big puffy nipples seemed made for clamps. And when I used the whip on her pussy as she insisted, her juices sprayed everywhere and she came like a banshee. My arm tired before her body did, and I was so excited by her reactions I couldn't take it any more. "I need to cum!" I cried. "Make me," she moaned. "What?" I asked. "Make me pleasure you!" she begged. I rolled onto my back and said, "Eat me, you pain slut!" She dove right in. She wasn't nearly good as Jeff, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in exuberance. She tried getting every part of me with her tongue, and she knew how to use her teeth on my sensitive parts: hard! I was quickly cumming, but I felt like it wasn't enough. I shoved her back and flung myself across her lap. "Spank me!" I demanded. She started, but it wasn't enough. "Spank me like you would want to be spanked!" I commanded. That did the trick, and she started whaling on my ass. I let her continue spanking me, getting me closer and closer, then I yelled, "Use your fingers on me!" She grabbed my clit between her fingers and squeezed, making me scream out my orgasm in pain. I collapsed on her lap, and her hand gently rubbed my raw ass as I recovered. I rolled over and pulled her head down into a deep kiss. "That was nice," I said. "I hope it was good for you!" She laughed a deep laugh, not the shy giggle that I was used to. "That was... amazing," she said. "I always hoped, but never believed, that it would be that good!" "Ha!" I said. "You think that is good, you should see what happens when Jeff is behind the whip! Or when he gets to use all the tools that he has. Mmmmm." Anne got a dreamy look on her face. "I wish," she said quietly, and the wheels in my head started turning. ------- Chapter 27: Michelle Since that first day Jeff had me eat Michelle (a first for me!) she has been acting schizophrenic around me. On some occasions, she treated me like the toy I was. On others, she seemed more frightened about me. Or perhaps it was not Michelle that was schizophrenic, maybe I acted differently. Sometimes I was the meek, submissive fuck toy. At other times I teased her and implied that I would do things that she might not want done. Whichever way it was, I enjoyed keeping her off balance. The second time that we got together, I was sitting in Jeff's living room when Michelle walked in. "Jeff, I'm horny!" she said. "Can I use your toy?" "Sure," Jeff said, not looking up from the book he was reading. "Just leave your door open so I can check on her later." We were hanging out, and Jeff just let me be borrowed like I was a dildo, a piece of plastic to be passed from person to person. "And clean her off when you're done," he told Michelle, driving the image home in my mind. Michelle crooked her finger at me with a sexy grin. I got up, and she grabbed my hand when I got close to her and she dragged me up to her room. She threw me onto her bed. She slipped her panties off from under her skirt, jumped on the bed and straddled my head. She rubbed her pussy across my face, and started fucking me. That is the only way I could describe it. I had my tongue out, and I kept swiping at her, but she moved her hips around, moving however felt best for her. She rode my face for about ten minutes, and when she came she slammed down on my mouth, cutting off my air. I was starting to worry about asphyxiating when she fell off to the side. She lay there for a few minutes, then she got up, pulled me off the bed and took me to the bathroom. She got a washcloth wet and cleaned my face up, then took my hand and led me back downstairs. "Thanks, I'm done with her," she said, and she walked out of the room. Jeff was still buried in his book, and I just stood there, my place as a toy solidified. I was wondering if Jeff had set that up as I slipped my hand into my pants and quickly made myself cum. ------- A few weeks later, I was at home when there was a knock on my back door. I slipped on my robe - there was always one hanging by the door - and peered outside. I opened the door when I saw that it was Michelle. "Jeff's not here," I told her. "That's OK," she told me, reaching up to stroke my face. "I just came to play with his toy." "Come in," I said. I closed the door behind her and slipped my robe off, rehanging it by the door. Michelle started reaching for me, but I held her off. "Jeff's not here, and I'm not sure if it's OK for you to just come over and play." "Of course it's OK," she said. "That's easy for you to say!" I told her. "Whose ass do you think will take the consequences if you're wrong?" I turned and showed her my ass which was still black and blue as a consequence of a previous chastisement. "But I'm horny!" Michelle whined. "I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll take care of you, but you have to make it worth the risk." "What do you mean?" she asked. "You have to follow the house rules, and this time, I pleasure you my way!" I told her. "What are the house rules?" she asked. "No woman in this house is allowed to wear clothes," I told her. "You have to take them off, leave them by the door, and you can't put them back on until you leave. Do you agree?" "Who's home?" she asked. "Just me for now," I said. "My mother will probably be home before you go home, though." "Won't she object?" Michelle asked. "She's part of this household," I told her. "She follows the rules." Michelle was surprised. "Does Jeff fuck her?" she asked breathlessly. "Not yet," I told her, "but it would not be my place to complain if he does." "I told him when I heard about you, he is one damn lucky kid!" Michelle said. "He is, but he makes the best of his luck," I told her, and then I started unbuttoning her shirt. She pushed me away and undressed herself, folding her clothes and putting them in a neat pile on the counter near the door. When she was naked, I took her hand and walked her upstairs to my room. I put her down on my bed, and kissed her gently on her lips. I had done things to her before, but I was determined that she would do me as well. Since I wasn't sure that she would simply agree, I thought I'd get her so worked up that she would do anything for me. I slowly kissed down her body, exploring her body for the first time. She had very nice tits. Mine were nice, but I wished they were just a little bigger, just the size that Michelle's were. It was clear that they were very sensitive as well; as I nibbled on them Michelle began moaning and breathing hard. I worked her up, but I did not let her get too close. Then I kissed down her body and spread her legs. The previous two times with Michelle I had not had a chance to see her pussy clearly. The first time, my head was under a blanket, and the second time her pussy was pushed into me, my head under her skirt. This time I took my time to look more closely. Her pussy was a little different from mine. My clit stood out proudly, and my lips hung down a little. Her pussy was self contained. Her clit was hidden in its pouch, and nothing I did could make it come out. Her pussy lips were also small and closed up, though they expanded a bit as they got wet and puffy. I also savored her taste, deciding that while I preferred the taste of a guy's cum, there was nothing objectionable about pussy juice. A good thing, too, since I suspect that Jeff would not leave me to just do guys. I started licking her slowly, and as I did so, I swung my legs over her stomach so that she had a view of my ass and cunt. I worked her higher and higher, but every time she started getting close I backed off. "Why are you teasing me?" she whined. "Just make me cum!" "Well," I said teasingly, interspersing my words between licks on her clit, "maybe it's because I am not that excited. Maybe if I were closer to a cum I would be working harder." I wiggled my ass towards her as I said it. "But I don't do girls!" she complained. "Neither did I, until I did you," I told her. She didn't respond, and I brought her even closer before backing off. I felt her hands on my ass, so this time I brought her closer and held her there. "I can't," she moaned as I moved my pussy closer to her face. I moved my knees over her shoulders, and I knew that she was staring into my dripping pussy; I could feel her breath on my lips. I slipped a finger inside her and her breathing got even hotter and faster. I held the finger just inside of her and I held my tongue just on her clit, then I stopped moving. Michelle's breathing was coming in pants now, and she finally groaned and picked her head up, swiping my wet pussy with her tongue. As soon as she did that I sank my finger deep into her and started licking her seriously, but after about five seconds I stopped. I waited, and then she grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy down onto her mouth. She started licking me furiously, and I let her do so for about half a minute before I went back to dining on her. I was close, but she was closer, and less than a minute of work had her going over the edge. As she started cumming I pulled one of my fingers out of her pussy and pushed it into her little asshole. "No!" she screamed, but I kept up my assault and she kept cumming. When she was finished, I pulled my fingers out, but kept licking lightly on her pussy. During her orgasm, Michelle had stopped licking me. Now that she was done, I was curious what she would do. That was soon answered as she grabbed my ass again and pulled me down to her mouth. With just a few minutes of effort on her part, I was cumming gloriously. When I was all finished, I rolled off and lay next to her, kissing her lips lightly. "That was a nasty trick," she said. "And pulling me into your room and using my face as a dildo wasn't?" I asked. She giggled and said, "I thought you'd enjoy that." "Did Jeff put you up to that?" I asked. "Nope, but when I told him later what I had done with you, he said I had done it perfectly," she told me. "You did," I said. "It was completely humiliating to be used like that. I loved it." We kissed some more and I said, "You have to stay for dinner." "OK," she said. After a moment of thought, however, she asked, "Won't your mother be there?" "Yup," I confirmed. "It will be the three of us." "And I can't wear clothes?" she asked. "Nope," I told her. "But you already agreed, so no backing out!" Eventually we went downstairs to start making dinner. "It feels weird romping around with no clothes on!" "Weird, but nice," I told her. "Actually, now it feels weird being dressed while I'm at home." She laughed and we continued to prepare. I was turned away from her when she asked, "Did Jeff really hit you hard enough to leave those bruises?" "Mmmmm Hmmmmm," I replied contentedly. "He beat my ass soundly. It was great!" "You really enjoyed it?" she asked. "Very much," I told her. She shook her head. "I don't get it," she said. "Don't knock it till you try it," I told her. "I've been hurt before," she told me, "and it never felt good, and it never felt sexual." "Well then, you are probably completely normal," I told her. "It's not for everyone, and I've spoken to my mother about it. She told me not to be ashamed of how I feel, but not to expect that others feel the same way, or that they could ever understand me. My attitude is live and let live. You don't complain about me wanting my ass whipped, and I won't complain about you not wanting it." "Sounds fair," she said. "Does your mother know what you are into?" "Yup. After all, it would be a bit hard for me to hide it," I said, gesturing to my ass. "Good point," she said. "She doesn't mind?" "No, she understands," I told her. "She is a lot like me." "Really?" Michelle asked interestedly. That line of questioning was cut off, however, as the door opened and my mother walked in. Michelle shrieked and tried to hide behind the dishtowel that she had in her hand. Mom just said, "Oh, hi Michelle. Are you staying for dinner?" and she started removing her clothes. When Mom was naked, Michelle put down the dishtowel and said, "I guess that was a bit silly of me." "That's OK," my mom said. "You were startled. But your body is lovely, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. You didn't answer me, are you staying for dinner?" "Thanks, Mrs. Miller, ummm, yes I'm staying," Michelle said weakly. "Given that we are all standing around with no clothes, I think you can call me Jess," Mom said. "OK," Michelle said. "Hey, I don't have any clothes on either, how come I can't call you Jess," I asked. "You can," she replied with a smile. "Really?" I asked. I was surprised at that. "Do you want to?" Mom asked. I thought about it a minute, then I said, "I guess not." "Good," Mom said with a smile. She went upstairs to get freshened up and put away her clothes. Michelle and I finished setting the table and we sat down to eat. Just after we started, the back door opened and Jeff walked in. "Hi, Jeff!" I called out. Michelle shrieked and tried hiding behind the table. "You're doing it again, dear," Mom told Michelle. Michelle blushed and sat back up. "Sorry, I was surprised again. I didn't know Jeff was coming over," she said. "Hi, Michelle, I didn't know you were here," Jeff said with a smile. "I like your outfit!" "Very funny," Michelle said, sticking her tongue out at Jeff. "I didn't know that you would be here. Your little fuck toy tricked me into it." As soon as she said that, she clapped her hand over her mouth and looked over at Mom. The expression on her face was priceless. "That's OK, dear," Mom told Michelle. "I know that Rachel is Jeff's fuck toy. I even approve of it. You can feel free to discuss it in front of me. Rachel and I discuss her sex life openly." "Yeah, I'm even going to tell her how you ate me to such a lovely orgasm while we 69'd," I piped in. "Rachel!" Michelle hissed at me, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "What, surely you don't think that I'd keep it a secret from Jeff!" I said. "I don't think that my poor ass could take what he would do if he thought I was hiding something from him." I looked over at Jeff and he was just smiling, enjoying the by-play. "Fine!" Michelle said. She looked over at her brother and said, "I was horny, and I came over to play with your toy. She convinced me to strip, then she took me upstairs and drove me crazy until I had to agree to eat her. Then she convinced me to have dinner with her so that she could show me off to my own brother. Happy?" "Very," Jeff said. Michelle sat back, a lovely red glow covering her face, neck and chest. We all went back to eating, and in a very short period of time, Michelle was back to normal, seemingly oblivious or at least uncaring that she was naked in front of her brother. Since I am not one to leave well enough alone, I decided to escalate a little bit. I got up to refill Jeff's glass and when I returned, I 'accidentally' spilled the glass. I ran to get a towel to mop the table up, and just as I finished, Jeff grabbed me and pulled me over his lap. As I had expected, he gave me a dozen good swats on the ass. "Now go stand in the corner!" Jeff said when he was done. My ass glowed and my face glowed as Michelle got to see my punishment. It no longer embarrassed me to have it done in front of my mother, but having it done in front of Michelle brought back those delicious feelings. I suspect that I did not fool Jeff, and that a more major punishment for using him like that would be in my near future. I couldn't wait. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Michelle for her reaction. She was a bit shocked, and I noticed that she was much more careful about how she ate after she saw my punishment. After about five minutes Jeff told me to sit down and eat the rest of my meal. I sat back down next to Michelle, albeit gingerly, and squeezed her hand and smiled at her. We were about to start cleaning the table when I saw my mother intentionally knock a glass over onto the floor. Jeff crooked his finger, and my mother walked over and spread herself across Jeff's lap. I watched Michelle's face, and she was shocked as Jeff started whaling on Mom's ass. Jeff gave my mother at least twenty strokes. When he was done, she was breathing heavily, and Jeff asked, "Do you want it?" "Oh, yes," my mother groaned, and Michelle expressed more shock as Jeff wormed his fingers into Mom's dripping pussy. He stroked his fingers in and out of her pussy about twenty times, and then he shoved his thumb up her ass, causing her to scream and cum. When she was done, he stood her up and said, "In the corner, Jess." My mom went to stand in the corner, and Jeff stood up to start cleaning the table. I pulled Michelle up and we helped him clean. When the table was cleaned up, Michelle told Jeff, "Have I mentioned what a lucky son of a bitch you are?" Jeff smiled and went over to Mom. He whispered something in her ear, and she left the room. Then he turned to Michelle and said, "So did you enjoy your orgasm with Rachel?" Michelle blushed again and said, "Yes, I did!" "So you and Rachel came earlier today, and we all know that Jess just came. I guess I am the only one that hasn't cum today. I intend to change that now!" With that pronouncement, he grabbed Michelle and sat her down in a chair. Then he took me around the table and bent me over the table so that my head was pointing to Rachel, and he started getting undressed. As Jeff was undressing, I saw my mother come back into the room behind Michelle. My eyes got wide when I saw the strap-on dildo that she was wearing. Michelle noticed that I was looking at something just a moment too late. My mother was on her, and she grabbed her and laid her across the table as well, so that her head was right near mine. I grabbed her head and kissed her just as Jeff pushed his cock into me. I felt Michelle stiffen as Mom pushed her cock into Michelle. And then we were off to the races. Jeff's cock felt so good in me, and watching my mom pumping Michelle was heavenly. Michelle kissed me, then said, "I can't (gasp) believe (grunt) that I am being fucked (wheeze) by your mother (grunt) in front of my brother! (groan) This is so depraved. You got me into this, you slut! (moan)" "Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black!" I replied. "I may be a fuck toy and a skank, but don't try and con me, you slut! You're enjoying this as much as I am!" And then I was cumming. Jeff just kept pumping, and I saw Michelle watching wide eyed as she saw me cumming from just inches away. As I came down I pulled Michelle in for a kiss. Jeff and my mother kept pumping away, and I could feel myself starting back up the road to orgasm when Jeff pulled out and slammed his slimy cock into my ass. I screamed in pain and immediately started cumming again. "What's wrong?" Michelle asked. "Your son of a bitch of a brother just shoved his telephone pole of a cock up my ass, that's what wrong!" I told her through the gritted teeth. I grabbed her head and kissed her again. "It feels wonderful. Shall I ask my mother to do the same for you?" "Don't you dare!" she said. "I'm enjoying exactly what she is doing!" Then I saw my mom reach down and scoop her hands under Michelle's breasts. Michelle started coming quietly. There was none of that for me, though, as I felt Jeff's cock expanding and spitting cum up my ass, I screamed and came for the third time. My mother and Jeff both slowed down and pulled out of us. Michelle and I just lay there as we tried to gather our breath. She pulled my head towards her again, kissed me gently, and said, "You can invite me over any time you'd like." I laughed and collapsed back onto the table. ------- Chapter 28: Halloween Preparations Jeff is a bastard. Have I mentioned that before? He knows how to push all my buttons, and he knows how to make me scream, first in frustration, and then in release. Case in point: Halloween. We were both invited to a party at Bill's house. Bill's parents were gone, and Bill had an older brother in college, so the two of them cooked up this party. It was to be a costume party, with lots of music and alcohol. There would be both high school seniors as well as college kids there. It was actually the best of both worlds. The high school kids wanted to hang out with the college kids and be seen as cool, and the college kids wanted to score some fresh, naive high school pussy. I was excited about the party, and I kept talking about the different possibilities we had for costumes. Finally, Jeff told me, "Don't worry about costumes. I have yours picked out already." I was surprised at that, but Jeff would not tell me what it was. Finally, the night of the 31st arrived. I enjoyed handing out candy to the kids that came to the door, but I was happy when that was over. I had slipped out of my robe when I heard a knock at the back door. Jeff was here, and I ran to open the door. Jeff walked in, burdened with an inordinately large number of bags. Michelle followed him in, carrying even more. We went into the living room, and Mom came in to see what we had. Jeff put down the bags and I saw that he was dressed as Zorro, complete with black boots, black cape, black shirt, tight black pants and a mask over his eyes. Looking at him made my knees week and my mouth (and pussy) water. He looked over at me, then Mom, both of us naked and ready for whatever he wanted. Then he turned to Michelle and said, "Strip!" And strip she did. She must have known this was coming, because she had a saucy smile as she pulled off her clothes. She came over and stood on one side of me and put her arm around my waist. She pushed me over near my mom and grabbed my mom's arm to pull her close. "What do you think of your three bare naked ladies?" she asked with a smile. "Very nice," he said. "It's almost a shame to cover up your beautiful bodies with costumes!" He pulled something out of the bag, and held it up. It was a cat suit. Cool, I thought! Then he pulled something else out, and it was another cat suit. "Michelle is coming, too?" I asked. "Yes," Jeff said, "and one of these is hers. The other is not yours, though. It is your mother's." "What?" my mother and I said simultaneously. "You didn't think that I'd leave you at home, did you?" Jeff asked. "But it's for high school and college kids!" Mom complained. "In this outfit, with your looks, you can easily pass for a college kid," Jeff said with a smile. "Doesn't the thought of dozens of frat kids leering at your sexy body turn you on?" Mom shook her head, but I could see that it did. "Michelle, go help Jess get into makeup," Jeff said. When Michelle and Mom went upstairs, Jeff told me to sit down while he went to the basement. He came back up in a minute holding my collar and leash. "Ready for your costume?" he asked. I nodded my head nervously. He had that evil smile again, the one that told me I was in for a rough night. He pulled a white coverall out of the bag, with black spots all over it. He had me get into it. It zipped up the front, but he left it open for the time being. An interesting modification, however, was that it had a flap like I used to have on my footsie pajamas when I was a kid, the kind that lets you open up to go to the bathroom without having to take off the whole outfit. Mom and Michelle came down at that point, and Jeff had them put on their cat suits. They were tight, black and low cut. They had some sort of built in support, because they pushed both women's breasts up and together. Michelle looked good, but I was a little surprised how hot Mom looked. Mom was feeling around her butt and she said, "Mine has a hole in it!" Michelle checked and said, "So does mine!" "That is for attaching the tails," he explained. "Where are the tails?" Mom asked. Jeff reached into a bag and pulled out a long black tail. It was interesting enough, but the more interesting part was at the end that attached to the costume. There was a ring of Velcro attached to the end of a butt plug! "Is that what I think it is?" Michelle asked, looking very worried. "It is indeed," Jeff said with a smile. "You aren't really expecting me to wear that, are you?" she asked. "Why don't you see how it works while you help Jess get her tail attached," Jeff said, throwing a tube of K-Y to Michelle. Michelle looked frightened, but Mom just took her tail and smeared lube on the butt plug. Then she handed it to the stunned girl and she turned around, bending over. Michelle started probing gently with the plug when Mom reached back and grabbed her hand. She looked at Michelle and said, "Please, just slam it into me." Michelle looked at her strangely for a minute, then shrugged, lined the plug up, and shoved it all the way home. Mom groaned, but then turned with a smile and kissed Michelle lightly on her lips. "Don't worry, I promise I'll be gentle with you." We all watched Mom as she turned around and twitched her tail. It was made of a firm material and stuck out and up, and every time she moved her ass, the tail swayed. Jeff pulled the other tail out, and Michelle looked relieved when she saw that the butt plug was smaller than Mom's. Mom lubed it up and stood in front of Michelle, reaching her arms around her. She put one hand behind Michelle's head and kissed her deeply. Michelle's eyes opened wide, and then opened even wider as she felt the butt plug entering her. When Mom was done, Michelle tried turning around to see her tail. Jeff called Mom over to him and had her turn around. He tugged on her tail a little, and she groaned satisfactorily. "Ready for the rest of your outfit?" Jeff asked me. After seeing the others, I was suddenly worried about what mine would be. Jeff had me sit down on the couch, and he took out a pair of slippers with big white dog paws over them. He slipped them on my feet with a smile. Then he reached in and took out another set of paws. He slipped one on my right hand, tightened it up, and attached it to my sleeve. My hand was stretched out and my fingers forced together, so that I was unable to move them. He then slipped on my left paw. "How am I going to be able to do anything?" I complained. "I can't even pick up a drink or a snack!" "Someone will just have to feed you," he said, unsympathetically. He then pulled out my tail. It was shorter and more pointed than the others, like a Dalmatian tail, but the butt plug attached seemed bigger! Before he inserted it, however, he pulled out a dildo. It was wide, and had some sort of ring at the bottom. "And now, to put the whole outfit together," he said, and he removed some sort of chain from the bag. I was very confused as he threaded the chain through the ring at the bottom of the dildo. Then he came up to me and I saw that the chain ended in a Y. He attached the tips of the Y to my nipple rings. Then he pulled me forward so my ass was off the couch and inserted the dildo into my pussy, slowly rubbing it back and forth. Then he put the tail through the hole and wrapped the chain around the bottom of the plug. When he was done, my nipples were tied to my tail, with a dildo hanging off the chain in between. "Perfect!" he said proudly. "Stand up!" I started to stand, and I realized what he had done. He had set the length of the chain so that if I stood straight up, my nipples were pulled down. I'm not talking about a slight tug. I'm talking about shit-my-rings-are-going-to-get-pulled-out-of-my-nipples tight. I tried standing, but I could only hunch. "Perfect," he said again. "Down on your hands and knees." I got down on my hands and knees and the pain eased. The chain was sized just right for this, and I realized that the knees of the coveralls were padded heavily. "Crawl," he told me. I started crawling around the room, and with each step, my nipples were pulled, my butt plug was jostled, my dildo was sucked in and out of my cunt, and the chain pressed up against my clit. "How am I going to survive the night like this?" I asked plaintively. "Hornily," he answered with a smile. Jeff then went over and put Mom's collar around her neck, with the leash hanging off. He had attached a tag, and when Mom realized it, she wanted to know what it said. "Read it to me!" she excitedly demanded from Michelle. Michelle held it up and said, "My name is Jess." She looked at it a bit more then said, "On the back it says, 'Property of Jeff'." Mom looked up in surprise and ran to Jeff and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She kissed him all over his face, saying, "Thank you, thank you!" between kisses. He smiled and started playing with her tail, but before she got too riled up, he made her get down. He took out a collar and leash for Michelle as well and handed it to Mom. She went over to Michelle, but before she could put it on Michelle read her own collar. "My name is Michelle... Property of Jeff." She looked a little scared, but allowed Mom to put her collar on. Jeff then attached my collar to me, and I could feel that there was a tag there as well. I crawled over to Michelle and rocked back onto my ankles and knees, a position that did not put too much stress on the chain. She bent over and read my collar. "My name is Slut," she whispered. She paused after she flipped it over, looked at me and said, "Property of Everyone." My heart dropped as she read it. Anyone who looked at it would know that they could have me. Then I realized that everyone pretty much knew that anyway. It was humiliating in the extreme, and I'm sure that is why Jeff did it. "A couple of more items for you ladies," Jeff told Mom and Michelle. "Could you please pull your costumes down to your waist?" The ladies did, and Jeff approached mom, stuck his hand down the front of her cat suit, and pushed something into her. She moaned slightly, but had a smile on her face. As he approached Michelle, she had a fearful look on her face as she asked, "What are those?" Jeff held them up and said, "These are Ben-Wa balls. The go into your pussy and bounce around nicely as you walk." He held them out to her to insert, but Michelle surprised all of us as she took hold of her costume and pulled it away from her body, making room for Jeff to get his hand in. Jeff smiled as he reached his hand in and slowly pushed each of the balls into Michelle's pussy. As Mom and Michelle pulled their outfits back on, Jeff pulled two more items out of his bag and handed one to Mom and one to Michelle. They were vinyl cat masks, which covered a good part of their faces. When they were on, both girls looked like college students, and you could not tell who they were. Jeff walked over, took Mom's and Michelle's leashes in one hand and mine in the other, and walked us to the door. I crawled outside and to the car, carefully climbing into my seat, and off we went. ------- Chapter 29: The Halloween Party We entered the party in style. Jeff was in the middle, with Jess and me slinking along on one side and Rachel crawling on the other. All our leashes ended in his hands. In the car on the way over, Jess had explained that no one at this party knew who I was under this mask, so I could act as sexy as I wanted. "And remember," she told me in a whisper, "you have to do everything that Jeff says, and try your hardest to make him look good." "Why?" I whispered back. "Because you belong to him," she said, as if I was a child that couldn't grasp a simple concept. "I don't belong to him," I complained. "You took the collar," she explained. "You are wearing a tag that proclaims that you are his. Of course you belong to him. Maybe just for tonight, but as far as everyone else knows, tonight you are his, and everything that you do reflects on him!" Whoa! When I agreed to come tonight, I was happy to be going out to a party, eager to see Jeff out with Rachel. But if I knew that I would be in a skin tight cat suit, with a plug up my as and balls in my pussy, compelled to follow all of Jeff's orders, I might have rethought that decision! Then again, I might not have. I've heard Rachel say it over and over, and I have to agree. Jeff is a bastard. Still, here I was, slinking into the party, balls in my pussy bouncing together, butt plug being jerked with every swish of my tail. Jeff had forgotten something very important with this outfit. I had no panties on, and in just a few minutes I was going to have a large wet spot in my crotch! Then again, maybe he didn't forget. The costume was black, and the party would be fairly dark, so a wet spot wouldn't show up that much. But I would know it was there. As I said, we made quite an entrance. People turned to look at us as we walked by and a few of the frat boys cheering approvingly. There were other cat suited girls there, but with all due modesty, Jess and I were far sexier, and that doesn't even count the added features that no one could see. We entered the house, and made our way through the party to the makeshift bar. Jess and I took up positions on either side of Rachel to prevent her from getting trampled, though many people did get out of the way for our little procession. We all picked up beers, except for Rachel of course, who had no use of her hands. I was wondering how Jeff was going to deal with getting Rachel to drink when he pulled a couple of bowls out. He put them on the floor and poured some of his beer into one of them, and some snacks into the other. I couldn't believe that Rachel had to eat like this. If it were me, I would be completely humiliated. Her costume didn't even have a hood, so everyone knew that it was her, and that she was eating and drinking out of a dog bowl. But I suppose, from Rachel's perspective, being this humiliated was a good thing! Jeff told me and Jess to mingle. "Stay together," he said. "Don't let each other out of sight, and don't take drinks from anyone. If you are going to get laid tonight, it will be my doing, not someone slipping something into your drink!" We slinked away and stood by a table drinking. The guys immediately started flocking around us. It was sort of fun, this anonymous feeling I got. All of a sudden I saw Jess stiffen and tense. "What's wrong?" I asked. She just shook her head, but I quickly discovered what the problem was, as the butt plug up my ass started buzzing! I had never had anything up my ass, so it was a new feeling having a butt plug in me, and the buzzing added an itch that I really wanted to scratch. I held the table tightly, and I heard Jess gasp. I didn't want to know what caused the gasp, but I found out, as the balls in my pussy started vibrating as well! The bastard was going to make me cum in the middle of a party! I was starting to get close, and I could tell that Jess was as well, when the vibrations stopped. I didn't know if I was relieved or pissed. I saw Jeff approaching, with Rachel in tow. "What a cute puppy!" one of the guys said, and all of a sudden, Rachel's tail started vibrating. Judging from the expression on Rachel's face, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize the reason behind it; her tail was a vibrator as well. I bet that the dildo in her pussy was one too, because in just a few minutes, Rachel was panting like a bitch in heat. Jeff reached down and petted her head, and Jess and I and the people next to us watched as Rachel whined her way through an orgasm. I saw Jeff's hand slip into his pocket, and Rachel slumped over a little as she recovered. Jeff smiled wickedly at me, and the vibe in my ass started up for one short burst. The bastard! "You take Rachel for a little bit," he told me, handing me the leash. He also handed me a cup with a straw and said, "Make sure that she is well hydrated, too." He took Jess' arm and they wandered off. I wandered off holding Rachel's leash, when I heard her name being called. I turned around, and I saw Rachel's friend Camille standing with a group of friends. She was dressed in a princess costume, though she was a princess with a short skirt. "That's a great costume!" she told Rachel, who just barked. "Oh, really getting into character, are you?" she asked. Then she crouched down and started petting and rubbing her hands around Rachel's head, talking in that baby talk voice, "Whose a good doggy? Whose a good doggy? Are you a good little bitch?" She felt the tag, and she pulled it out to look at it. I am not sure which side she read, but she kept rubbing Rachel's head saying, "Oh, you are a good bitch. You are a good doggy!" Her friends were all laughing at her antics, when Rachel did a very dog-like thing. Her head darted forward and she stuck it up under Camille's skirt. Because of the way that Camille was crouched, this move overbalanced her and she landed on her ass. Rachel's head was between her legs, and her nose was rubbing around Camille's crotch as she whined like a bitch in heat. "Stop it, you bitch!" Camille cried, though she was laughing as she said it. Camille managed to squirm out from under Rachel's nose, and she slapped her lightly across her nose, as she would a dog that misbehaved. "Don't make an offer that you won't follow up on!" Camille admonished with a laugh. Rachel just licked her lips and barked. I pulled her leash and we walked off. We continued mingling at the party. There were few people I knew, but many of the people were interested in talking to me, and not a few of the guys wanted to pet my doggy. As the party progressed, and the participants imbibed further, I noticed that some of the petting involved running their hands all over Rachel's body, which Rachel didn't seem to mind. And at various points in the party, the various devices embedded in me went off for various lengths of time. It was never enough to make me cum, but it kept me on edge the entire time. Rachel, on the other hand, was luckier. I saw her tail begin to vibrate often, and I know that she came at least three times, usually in a crowd of people. Eventually, Rachel came over to me and whispered, "I need to pee!" I thought about that, and I realized I wasn't sure how to get her to pee. So we wandered off until I found Jeff and Jess. I told Jeff about Rachel's need, and he took the leash from me. Rather than heading into the bathroom, however, he took Rachel out the door into the backyard. The yard was not as crowded as the house, but there were a bunch of people wandering around, and a few making out in dark corners. I watched as Jeff led Rachel over to a tree in the middle of the yard, and then did something with the flap at the bottom. Rachel shook her head violently for a minute, but then she lifted her leg in the air. I couldn't believe it when I saw a stream of piss spray against the tree, and I guess others couldn't as well. "Did you bring a baggy to clean up if she takes a crap?" one of the drunken college guys yelled. Jeff simply reached into his pocket and took out a plastic bag. He actually had brought one! I saw Rachel lower her head in embarrassment. When Rachel had finished her business, Jeff closed her flap, walked her back over to me, handed me the leash, and went back into the party with Jess. We wandered around some more, but eventually I had to sit down. It was not completely comfortable, with the tail sticking out behind me, but on the other hand, every time I squirmed, the butt plug sent shivers through me. Jeff kept turning the vibrators on and off, and finally I had enough. Jeff was passing, and I grabbed him and said, "Jeff, I need to cum!" Jeff just smiled and asked, "And you want my help?" "Just turn the god-damned vibrators on and leave them that way!" I told him. "I have a better idea," he said. "Why don't I take you and Rachel to a room upstairs? You strip, and lie on the bed, and Rachel will get between your legs and eat you. While she is doing that, I will send in a stream of guys, who will fuck her like the bitch that she is. This will continue until you are satisfied. Does that sound OK to you?" Rachel was right! My brother was an evil genius! I couldn't believe the picture that it put in my head, but there were people here that I knew, and I wasn't willing to take the chance of discovery. I shook my head and told him I couldn't do that. "Then how about this," Jeff countered. "I will turn on the vibrators for as long as you are sitting right here, topless." I was about to say no, when I thought about it. Everyone was pretty drunk, and I'd already seen a bunch of nudity. There was a girl in a toga that was walking around with one breast exposed, and there was lots of making out going on in the corners. Even if someone recognized me, I could claim drunkenness. I decided to go for it, so I pulled down the top of my suit. A couple of guys shrieked and made catcalls, but I couldn't pay attention to them as Jeff turned the devices in me up high. I grabbed the table and ground my hips, and I was surprised when Rachel spread my legs and pushed her nose into my crotch. With all the excitement of the night, it did not take long before I was cumming. I managed to avoid shrieking in pleasure, but it was a close thing. When I was done, I slumped to the table, but those infernal devices kept buzzing away in me. Then I remembered what Jeff had said, and I struggled to pull my top back up. When it covered my tits, the vibe went quiet. Jeff wandered off, and I sat there recovering, rebuffing some interested guys while stroking Rachel's hair, her head on my lap. About ten minutes later, Jeff came back and we all headed out to the car. I had Jeff drop me at home, but he went home with Rachel and Jess. I imagine that as worked up as they all had to be, they would not be going to sleep any time soon. I got undressed and into bed. I got my friend out and started working it into my pussy. I looked over at the tail, and finally I grabbed it and fed it back up my ass. I seriously thought about heading next door, but I knew that if I did, I would be begging for Jeff to fuck me, and I wasn't quite ready for that. Nevertheless, I wished that I could see what was going on next door, and I imagined it as I fucked myself to sleep. ------- End of Part III ------- Part 4: Winter ------- Chapter 30: The Locker Room I was on my way to class when I saw Rachel coming down the hall, and an idea struck me. "Can you miss your next class?" I asked her. "I guess," she said. "Good, put your books down and come with me," I instructed. She did as I asked, and she followed me. I took her down towards the gym, and we waited for the next class to begin. Rachel looked at me questioningly, but she did not object to the waiting. When the next class was in session, I led her over to the boy's locker room. "What are we doing at the locker room?" she asked. "You look a little dirty to me," I told her. "I thought that you could use a shower." "But this is the boy's locker room," she said. "Well, I want to watch, and I couldn't very well go into the girl's locker room, could I?" I responded. Before she could complain again, I took her hand and pulled her into the locker room. I took her over to the lockers and when she just stood there I said, "Well, you can't take a shower in your clothes! Get undressed!" She looked around nervously, but she started undressing. She was wearing a white, button down shirt, which she unbuttoned and slipped off. She stood there in a black skirt and white bra. The bra was thin white lace and her pink nipples clearly showed through it. She slipped off her skirt next, and she stood there in the white lace bra and matching panties. They were string bikinis, with a white lace band that went over her hips. They were as translucent as her bra, and I could see her bald pussy peeking out of them. She reached behind her in that move that all girls seem to pick up and unfastened her bra and slipped it off. No matter how often I see her tits, I don't get tired of them. They are not huge, but they have a natural firmness that you only seem to find on teenage girls. The pink tipped nipples pointed ever so slightly upwards, standing out brightly in the middle of her breasts. Both nipples were crinkled and extended, seemingly asking to be nibbled on, and her rings were hanging down freely from them. I watched as she slowly slipped her lace panties down, first off one hip, then the other, wiggling her ass as she removed them. When they were off, she started to head towards the shower when I stopped her. "Sit down here on the bench," I told her. "I need to see how dirty you are." She blushed a bit, but did as I instructed. I had her straddle the bench, then I pushed her back to lie on it. I got down between her legs and examined her closely. Her pussy was smooth, and her lips hung down slightly, puffy and red, spread open, as if waiting for something to enter her. I ran my finger from her clit on the top, down her labia on one side, over her perineum and back up the other side until my journey ended back at her clit. I looked at my finger and noticed some moisture on it. "You see," I told her, holding up my finger to see. "You are so dirty. You have fluids all over the place! Go shower." The boys shower room was a bullpen type, with showerheads around the wall and a wide open space in the middle. She walked in and turned on the water, holding her head under the spray. I enjoyed seeing her ass pointing to me, with her tits peeking out at me as she turned from side to side. She grabbed some shampoo and worked it in, then rinsed it off. Then she turned to face me and started soaping up her body. She must have felt that her tits were particularly dirty, because she seemed to spend an awful long time on them, staring at me the whole time. She worked the soap down her body, and I saw that she tried getting to all the dirty areas that I had pointed out, even going to the trouble of digging as far in as she could reach, to ensure that it was completely clean. Then she turned around and bent over, giving her asshole the same treatment. Then she shut off the water, wrung her hair out, and sashayed back to me. "I'm clean!" she said. "I'll notify the board of health," I told her. Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and a couple of freshman walked in. Rachel looked startled, but then calmly slipped on her bra. She looked around for her panties, but did not see them. She shrugged and slipped her skirt over her legs, then put her shirt on and slipped into her sandals. The freshman just stood stock still by the door, frozen by the sight in front of them. "I was just so dirty, I had to use the closest shower. Hope you don't mind!" she said, and she gave each a kiss on the cheek as she left. What she didn't see, though those surprised freshman did, were her lace panties, sitting on the bench, the stained and moist crotch facing up for everyone to see. I'd have to be sure and tell her that later. It would make her so deliciously embarrassed. ------- Chapter 31: A Change of Bedrooms It was Friday night, and Jeff was having dinner with us. I was cleaning off the table after our meal and Rachel was teasing Jeff about something. All of a sudden, Jeff said, "You know what I would like? I'd like to see my ladies stretched out in the playroom." All joking stopped as Rachel and I looked at him eagerly. "Are you ladies up for that?" he asked with a smile. He knew we were always up for that. To answer him I dropped to my knees and crawled to him. He took hold of both of our hair and pulled us by the scalp to the basement door. He allowed us to walk downstairs, but as soon as we were downstairs we were back on our knees. We crawled to the door of the playroom, where he handed me Rachel's collar, and handed Rachel mine. I reached over and collared Rachel for him, then she did the same to me. He took our leashes and let us lead him into the playroom. I glanced back and saw him watching our swaying asses wiggling in front of him. He had us kneel with our legs open, while he rearranged some furniture in the room. He set up two sawhorses far apart, then beckoned me over to him. He put a mat down between the sawhorses and had me lie down on it. He then tied me spread eagle, my arms stretched high and wide over my head, my legs spread wide open. Before continuing, he took the opportunity to run his tongue through my pussy, causing me to gasp with pleasure. Then he left me and stood up. He took a sturdy pole and attached it between the horses. I knew what was coming, but I don't think that Rachel did. He went to Rachel and tied her hands together tightly with rope. He then slipped a vibrating egg into her pussy. She gasped in pleasure as he led her over to me. He picked her up so that she straddled the pole. Rachel stood on her tiptoes, her feet near my ears. Jeff took her hands and attached them to a hook on a rope and pulley. He pulled the rope tighter, which dragged her arms forward and up so that she was leaning over. Jeff then bent next to me and grabbed one of Rachel's ankles, slipping a rope around it. He pulled it tight, dragging her foot off the ground and back. He did the same with her other ankle. I looked up and I could see my darling daughter, her pussy split by the pole, her lips hanging on either side. I knew from experience that her clit was pressed right into the pole. Jeff then took some small weights and attached them to her nipple rings. Then he stood back and started taking pictures. It must have been a sight that he felt was worth remembering! I watched Rachel above me. I could see the pole glistening with her juice, some of it even dripping down onto me. The vibrating egg brought her off at least twice before Jeff walked back, now naked. Jeff was taller than Rachel, so when he swung his legs over the pole, his balls were not pressed against it. When his cock peeked to the side of the bar, I could see it throbbing in the light. Jeff leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Rachel, pulling on the weights attached to her nipples. Rachel groaned deeply and came again. Jeff slipped his fingers into Rachel's pussy and pulled out the vibrating egg, dropping it onto my stomach. Then he positioned his cock at the entrance to Rachel's dripping pussy, pulled her hips up a little and started pushing in. She screamed as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her back onto his cock, stretching her arms and dragging her clit along the polished bar. He started rocking back and forth, all the while whispering in Rachel's ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but she kept saying no and shaking her head. I did hear when he said, "Fine, then you will stay here until you do." He kept sawing in and out of her through at least three of her orgasms. She kept moaning, "Please, no more!" but he was relentless. Finally she groaned, "Oh Mommy! I'm sorry!" I didn't know what she was talking about, until I felt the dripping start. I looked up just as she completely opened up, and a torrent of piss started falling on me. Given that her pussy was located just above my head, most of it fell on my face and chest. "What a nasty slut, pissing on your own mother," I heard Jeff tell Rachel, just before the sharp pain hit me. Jeff had a whip, and he had used it on my wide open, exposed pussy. I couldn't help but scream, and when I did I got a mouthful of piss. As I was spitting it out I heard him tell Rachel, "You're even forcing her to drink your pee. I don't think I've ever met a nastier girl." Rachel, of course, was cumming, his words driving her crazy. The whip was causing the same reaction in me, and while I was able to keep my eyes closed, the whip on my pussy and tits was making me scream, which kept my mouth open, as did the screaming orgasm pulsing through my body. Finally, my cum was over, as was Rachel's piss, but Jeff was obviously getting close, because he was pulling and pushing on my abused daughter, dragging her clit and pubis over the bar. Finally I heard him grunting as he released his load into Rachel. Jeff rested for a minute, then swung over the bar and released Rachel's legs so that she could stand on her tiptoes. Or at least she tried to; most of the time she didn't appear to have the strength. I was lying there, soaked in my daughter's piss, relaxed from my orgasm, when I felt more drops on me. First I thought that she was pissing again, but then I realized that the cum that Jeff had deposited in her was now leaking onto me. I tried to catch it in my mouth, and I was able to get some of it. Then I felt a spray of cold water as Jeff turned the hose on me. He sprayed me down to get rid of all the urine, then he untied Rachel's arms. He picked her up off the bar and laid her down on the mat next to me. "Rachel's pussy is covered in cum," Jeff told me. "Clean it off!" I started to get up, and he asked, "Where are you going?" "I'm going to get a washcloth," I told him, confused. "No, I've had enough of this," he said. "For over a half a year, you've been watching me fuck your daughter, and she's been watching me fuck you for nearly that long. You clean each other up and care for each other afterwards, but that's as far as you go. No longer. Rachel is a mess, and you are going to clean her with your tongue. You were just enjoying the cum dripping out of her, now go get it from the source!" Oh my god! This was a change! Jeff was right, we had been tiptoeing around this, and now he was going to force the issue. I wasn't sure how I felt about this, but I realized that it didn't make a difference how I felt. Jeff gave me an order, and I was going to follow it! I rolled over between her legs, looked up at Rachel and said, "Mommy will clean you up, baby." Rachel groaned as I dipped my tongue into her. I loved the way she tasted, and I couldn't wait to feel her tongue in me. While I was bringing Rachel closer to her next orgasm, Jeff continued. "When we are finished down here, I am going to take both of you upstairs and give you a bath. When we are done, I am going to put both of you into the same bed. You will spend the rest of the night learning each other's bodies and what pleases them. I expect you to eat each other, fuck each other, drive each other crazy. "Tomorrow, when I show up in the morning, I expect to find you in bed, continuing your explorations. I'll join you, and you can show me what you learned. When we are done, I will help Rachel move her stuff into your room, because that is where she will be sleeping from now on. Do you have any questions?" I didn't, but Rachel breathlessly said, "Yes, Jeff. Please, will you fuck my mommy so that she can feel as good as she is making me feel?" Jeff didn't answer with words, but I felt him kneel behind my upturned ass, and then I felt him slip into my empty pussy. It was going to be a lovely night! ------- Chapter 32: The Future We had been lying in bed for a while when Rachel rolled over and threw her leg and arm over me and snuggled into my body. I have to admit that I was worried when Jeff insisted that I share a room with Rachel, but after a few days I realized how much I had missed a warm, loving body next to mine. Admittedly, it might have been better if it were a man who would occasionally roll over, hold me down and stick his cock right up me, but Jeff provided that as well, and it was nice to have someone in bed with me again. "Mommy, what's going to happen to me?" Rachel asked in a very small voice. "That's a pretty open ended question, darling," I said. "What is going to happen with what?" "What's going to happen to me in June, when Jeff goes off to college and leaves me alone?" she asked me. I knew that this was going to come up, but I also knew the answer. "What colleges have you applied to?" I asked. "What?" she replied, confused. "What colleges have you applied to?" I repeated. She rattled down the list of schools she had applied to. "Which ones will you get into?" I asked. "All of them," she said. It was true, Rachel was an excellent student. She could get into pretty much any school she wanted. "Which one are you going to attend?" I asked. "I'm not sure yet," she said evasively. "I know you are not sure yet," I said. "But I know very well that there is a rule that you are going to apply in order to help you choose which college to attend. Now tell me what that rule is?" I felt Rachel tense when she realized that I knew her secret. Really, though, the girl did not give me enough credit. She was so much like me, but I had a lot more experience. Eventually she said, "The one that Jeff goes to." "You'd go to whatever school Jeff goes to, regardless of whether it is best for you?" I asked. She nodded into my neck. "There is a word for that you know," I told her. "Love. It makes you do all sorts of stupid things." I felt her hot tears on my neck. "But after graduation, Jeff is going to be done with me. He's going to want to go out and experience college life. He's going to want to get a real girlfriend. He's not going to want me anymore!" "I think you underestimate your Jeff," I told her, "But I know that you would not believe anything that I say on that topic. However, I do have a secret that you will believe." "What's that?" Rachel asked, sniffing. "Jeff and I made a bet when all this started, and that bet effects you," I told her. "What bet?" she asked. "He thought that when you went away to college, you would be done with him, that your little experiment would be over," I explained. "I know you, though, and I felt it was naive of him to think that, so I made him the bet. I bet him that when he went off to college, you would be there at the same school, and that you would be ready to serve his every need." "You did?" Rachel asked, sitting up in surprise. "What were the terms? What's going to happen? Tell me Mom!" "I made him promise that if you did what I predicted, if you offered yourself to him in college, then he had to keep you," I told her. "You're kidding!" Rachel shrieked. "He agreed to that? He said he would?" "He did," I said, "But understand that he did not agree to date you or see you exclusively. He didn't say that he'd be your boyfriend. Just that throughout college, he would take care of you in the same way he is taking care of you now. " "Oh Mommy! I love you so much! I can't believe you did this for me! You are the best mother in the whole wide world!" Rachel was shrieking and jumping up and down on the bed. Then she suddenly dropped back to the bed, straddling my hips and holding my arms down. "Wait a minute, Mom," she said. "What was the other part of the deal? What would have happened if you were wrong?" "I wasn't worried about that," I said. "I know you too well." "That is all well and good, but tell me what you bet," she demanded. "Well, if you didn't go with him, he would be losing his regular supply of sex, so I agreed to be his fuck toy to replace you if I lost." "That was before you were doing anything with him, wasn't it?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, I'm sorry for you that you were right, but I am going to make you the happiest mother you can be!" And she went on to do that by tying me down and eating and fucking me to a dozen orgasms. She would not let me even touch her, but the entire night she kept turning me on and bringing me off. She exhausted me so well that I had to call in sick to work, and she called in sick to school, and when we woke up, she finally let me return the favor. ------- Chapter 33: Christmas Eve I was spending Christmas Eve with Jess and Rachel. We did not celebrate Christmas, so my parents did not mind, nor did they mind that Michelle came along with me. Rachel's family was not religious, but they celebrated with the traditional trappings: tree, lights, presents. We had a nice dinner, but then again, what dinner would not be nice with 6 bare boobs staring at you throughout the meal. After dinner, we retired into the living room and gathered around the tree to exchange gifts. I actually had the girls get into pajamas, because that is how Rachel remembered it from when she was young. Jess gave me some nice clothes, Rachel gave me a computer game, and Michelle gave me some CDs. I gave Michelle an MP3 player that I knew she wanted, and both Jess and Rachel got necklaces. When I saw them, I knew I had to get them for my ladies. They had platinum chains, and each came with a pendant of a naked slave girl, her hands tied behind her back. From far away, it just looked like a silhouette of a girl, but the craftsmanship was excellent, and if you looked closely, the etching clearly showed a bound slave. Mother and daughter both loved them. The next round of gifts was more interesting. I got both Jess and Rachel soft leather cuffs to wear around the house, and I gave Michelle a gift certificate which entitled her to Rachel and Jess for a night of pampering and pleasure. She could pick a night to come over and Rachel and Jess would give her a sensual massage, followed by a night of any type of sexual activity that she wanted. Jess gave me a brand new whip, and then took off her pajamas so that I could test it. Before we got too carried away, however, Rachel said that she had one more gift for me. I knew where the gift was, since there had been a huge box sitting in the corner all night, with a big red bow on it. Rachel handed me a pair of scissors and said, "This is the last present of the evening. It's really two presents rolled into one, but I hope you like it." I really had no clue what it was, so I went up and cut the ribbon off, then pulled the top of the box off. I was surprised when I looked inside and I saw a girl, duct tape over her mouth, her hands on her stomach, also bound together with duct tape, and her thighs and ankles bound the same way. There was an envelope attached to one large breast by a safety pin through the nipple. I undid the pin and removed the envelope. I took out the card and read it. Dear Jeff, My name is Anne, and I am your Christmas present. I am here of my own free will, and I have been provided to you by Rachel. I am yours to do with as you want for the next three days. I am a virgin in every way, and I hope that by the end of the night, that is no longer the case. I am a pain slut; Rachel says that I enjoy pain even more than she does. I do not enjoy the humiliation that Rachel does, but I desperately want to serve a Master. I know that you will not be the Master that I ultimately serve, but I hope that you will serve as my Master for the duration of my stay. Rachel has told me about your playroom, though she has not been able to show me, and I hope that you will use everything in the room on me. I promise that I will deny you nothing that you ask of me. If you choose not to accept Rachel's gift, I will understand completely. You may simply send me home at any time. Yours in Servitude Anne I smiled at the girl in the box and said, "Wait for me a little longer." Then I replaced the lid, went to Rachel and said, "Come with me!" Rachel was nervous as I took her upstairs to her bedroom. "What did you think that you were doing?" I asked her. "I was giving both of you a present," she said, showing signs of nervousness. "I was giving her the Master that she wanted, and I was giving you a new slave to play with for a while." I counted slowly to ten, determined not to blow up. Then I said slowly, "Tell me everything about this girl." Rachel told me everything that she knew about Anne. She explained about the girl's parents and Anne's love for pain. She described some of the sessions that she had with Anne, and recounted the feelings that Anne had told her she had. When Rachel was done, I just shook my head and said, "Rachel, I am very disappointed with you." "Why?" Rachel asked in surprise. "I thought it would be a good present for both of you!" "Rachel, I already have two beautiful women that do whatever I want," I told her. "Dealing with Anne will be more work than fun for me. But I cannot tell her that I do not want this, because despite what she wrote, she would be devastated. "I think that you were correct about what would happen to her in the future, but if you had talked about this with me, we could have come up with something that would solve the issue. As it stands now, you've painted me in a corner. Did your mother even know about this?" "No," Rachel said, tears starting to drip. "I told her it was a secret, and she left the room so that I could sneak Anne in." I sighed. "Here is what we are going to do," I told her. "I am going to go back downstairs, and I will use Anne as a slave for the next three days. You, on occasion, will be involved. But as punishment for what you did, you will not be allowed to cum as long as Anne is here. Do you understand?" "Yes, Jeff," she cried. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to help!" "I understand," I told her. "But you did mess up, and you will be punished. Now clean yourself up, and we will go down and deal with Anne." I went downstairs and reopened the lid to the box. Anne was looking at me fearfully. I held the letter up to her face and asked, "Did you write this?" She nodded. "Did you mean everything in this letter?" I asked. She nodded. "You want to be my slave for the next three days?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you understand what that means?" I asked. She nodded. "You will do everything I ask, no matter what it is?" I asked. She nodded. "I will fuck you in your cunt, your ass and your mouth, and I will not be a gentle lover," I told her. "Is that what you want?" She nodded. "Don't you want to give your virginity to someone you love, someone that will guide you through it gently?" I asked. She shook her head violently. I reached into the box and ripped the tape off of her mouth. She screamed briefly from the pain. "Ask me for what you want," I demanded. "I want to be your slave," she said. "I want you to take all my cherries. I want to serve you." I reached into the box and pulled her up, slinging her over my shoulder. I carried her over to an ottoman and laid her face down on it. Her hands were still bound, and had to be uncomfortable stuck under her stomach. I knelt behind her, my knees straddling her bound legs and I opened my pants. Rachel walked back into the room just as, with no warning to Anne, I shoved my cock all the way into her defenseless pussy. Anne screamed as I ripped through her hymen and then started pounding my cock into her. I'll give her this: she was well lubricated. Being tied up in a box for hours must have been a real turn-on for her, because she was very wet, but she was also very tight. Her scream turned into groans as she kept repeating, "Yes, master. Yes, master." Her virgin tightness, combined with her bound thighs squeezing my cock led me to cum fairly quickly, but Anne was cumming with me. When I was done, I pulled out and called Rachel over. I pointed to my blood-tinged cock and said, "This was your idea, clean me off." Rachel made a face, but she took my cock into her mouth and cleaned me all off. When she was done, I told her, "Now clean Anne out." That was hard, because of the way that Anne was bound, but Rachel was able to worm her tongue in. While Rachel was cleaning out Anne, I went over to Jess and Michelle, who were still looking at me with shocked expressions, Michelle more so than Jess. I explained to them what I had done, and why, including my conversation with Rachel. When I was done, they understood. Rachel had finished cleaning out Anne, but I said, "I didn't tell you to stop! Keep licking her, and while you're at it, get her asshole wet and loose too!" I had never asked her to do that before, but she did as she was asked. I let her continue for a few minutes, the only sound in the room made by her tongue's wet lapping and Anne's soft moaning, which was getting louder by the minute. Finally I announced, "I've talked to Rachel and explained to her what she has done wrong. As her punishment, she will not be allowed to cum until we send Anne home. Jess, on the other hand, has behaved so nicely that the next few days will be a reward for her." Jess looked happy at that, and I turned to Michelle and said, "Sis, things are going to get quite a bit more intense over the next hours. You can stay, if you'd like, but if you do, please don't interfere." "More intense that what you just did?" she asked. I guess Anne's apparent rape was pretty intense. Nonetheless, I said, "Yes, it will get more intense than that." Michelle thought about it, then said, "I guess I'll stay, and I can always leave if it gets too intense. Will I just be an observer, or a participant?" Mmmmm, now that was an excellent question. I hadn't planned for any of this, but it could be very interesting with sexy Michelle as a participant. I gave it a little more thought, and then I said, "I'll tell you what. You decide if you want to be a participant or an observer. If you are an observer, you may stay until you become uncomfortable, and then you may leave. If you decide to participate, however, I will give you a safe word. I will treat you as I would the others, but if it becomes too intense, you may use the safe word. If you do use it, however, then you must leave. You cannot change from a participant to an observer." "Can I change from an observer to a participant?" she asked. That was an interesting question, and I gave it some serious thought. In the end, however, I told her, "No, I don't think so. I will be building things up, and if you start as an observer and then just jump in, I don't think it will work out. You have to decide now." Michelle was very nervous, and she sat there for a long time, looking around at the others. Again, the only sound in the room was Anne's ragged breath and Rachel's moving tongue. Finally Michelle said, "I want to be a participant." I smiled evilly and gave all the women their safe words. Then I said to Rachel, "Knowing you, you've prepared everything. Does she have a collar?" Rachel nodded, and I told her to go get it. I also had Jess go get her collar and Rachel's, as well as a spare. Rachel came back and showed Anne her collar, which caused Anne to gasp. Rachel brought it over and showed me the tag. On one side it said, 'My name is Slave Annie' and on the other it said, 'I belong to Master Jeff'. "Does anyone ever call you Annie?" I asked Anne. "No, Master," she said. "Then that will be your slave name," I said. "Jess, please go remove the tape from Annie. Rachel, help Michelle on with her collar." Jess cut off the tape from Annie, and then tried to help her put her collar on. "Please, sir, will you put the collar on me?" Annie begged. I smiled and beckoned to her, and she crawled over to me. I placed it around her neck, and she came! Spontaneously, with absolutely no physical contact. "You really want this, don't you?" I asked. She nodded and whispered, "Please don't be a gentle Master." I sat back, looked around the room and thought, 'How did I ever get myself into this?' ------- The first woman that I approached was Jess. I removed my shirt, then I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. I ran my hands up and down her back, stroking her neck and cupping her ass as I kissed her passionately. When I'd had enough, I helped her down onto her hands and knees in the middle of the room. Next I took Annie in my arms, and repeated the process. It suddenly struck me that I had fucked this girl, taken her virginity, and this was the first time I held her, the first time I kissed her. I loved the way her big boobs and hard nipples squashed into my chest. As I was holding her I ran my finger over her asshole, dipping just the tip of my finger in, teasing her with what was to come. By the time I was done, she was panting and could barely stand, something that was no longer required as I knelt her next to Jess. Rachel was next, and I felt the tension in her as I kissed her. As I fondled her ass and ran my fingertips up her spine I whispered, "You messed up, Rachel, but take your punishment like the good slut that you are and all will be forgiven." After I said that, she attacked my mouth with her tongue and tried squeezing my whole body into her. When I felt that I had reassured her enough, I placed her on her hands and knees next to Annie. When Rachel was on the ground, I turned to a scared looking Michelle. "Well, well, well, big sister," I said. "It looks like you are the only one left." I crooked my finger at her, and she walked over to me hesitantly. I pulled her body into mine, feeling her beautiful tits on my chest. I looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you ready for this?" "I'm not sure how far I want to go," she told me. "That's why you have your safe word," I told her. "But then I have to leave," she said. "It's incentive not to use it," I said. "Your mama didn't raise no dummies!" Michelle brought her face forward and kissed me, and it was not a sisterly kiss. I filled my hands with her sexy ass, lifting and separating her ass cheeks, brushing up against her perineum, teasing, but not committing to anything. When I had my fill of this new experience, I had her kneel down next to Rachel. Then I stepped back and looked over the visual feast in front of me. I don't believe in God, or Karma, but something had smiled down on me, because I certainly hadn't done anything to deserve this. There they were: four sexy, beautiful asses, staring me in the face, wiggling enticingly in front of me. I had set them up with their legs slightly spread, so I could see their pussies peeking out at me. I sighed as I walked around the side, taking in their backs arched sexily, their tits half visible hanging down. I continued around to the front and pulled a chair up to examine them. They were all looking at me, watching eagerly, waiting for me to do something. I could see their beautiful faces, their stretched necks, each encased in a collar, their full breasts hanging, waiting to be nibbled. I had to capture this. I went quickly to Rachel's bedroom and got her digital camera. I walked back into the room, standing first behind them, and began documenting what I was seeing. I snapped pictures from the sides, and then from the front. Michelle looked the most unhappy about my photography, but I just pointed the camera at her and said, "Smile, beautiful." She did, and I got a lovely picture of her. Then I walked behind them and picked up the other item that I had retrieved from Rachel's room. I knelt behind and to the side of Jess and said, "This is for you, because I know that you love it." I then gave her ten hard swats on the ass with the paddle. When I was done, Jess said, "Oh, thank you for that!" I moved behind Annie and said, "This is because your beautiful ass begs to be spanked." I delivered fifteen hard swats on her cushiony ass, and then five more when she begged for more. I next moved behind Rachel and said, "This is just a taste, because you are being punished." I gave her four sharp swats with the paddle, not as hard as she liked, just enough for her to want what she was missing. Finally, I moved behind Michelle. She looked back at me nervously, but I just smiled and said, "This is so that you don't feel left out." I gave her 5 swats, but they were just love pats; the anticipation hurt her more than the paddling. I walked around in front of them and took my pants off. I instructed them all to stand up, and they all displayed their bodies proudly for me. "Jess, go get the K-Y Jelly," I demanded. "Rachel, this slave you gave me has too much pubic hair. You know how I like my women; go get a razor, towel and water. I want you to shave her bald." Annie looked nervous and excited as Rachel went off to get the supplies. Jess was back, meanwhile, and I had her apply the Jelly to my cock. Rachel came back just as I pulled Jess onto my lap. I turned her to face the others and lifted her so that I could position my cock at her asshole. She slowly pushed her self down until my cock was buried completely in her ass. I held her there, savoring the feel, as we watched Rachel spread Annie out and spread shaving cream over her crotch. "Michelle," I called. "Come over here and lick Jess' pussy." Michelle dropped to her knees and crawled over. She looked up at Jess and me a final time before running her tongue over Jess' clit. I let Jess start moving slowly up and down as we watched Rachel carefully shaving Annie bald. Jess came for the first time on Michelle's tongue just as Rachel washed off the last of the hair and cream, exposing Annie's naked pussy. I looked down as I felt Michelle take one of my balls into her mouth. She winked up at me, her mouth full of testicle. I said, "Annie, come take Michelle's place and serve me and Jess. Michelle, it's your turn for a haircut." "But I like my hair!" she said. "You have two choices," I said. "You can use your safe word and leave, or you can go to Rachel and have your hair removed. If you do go to Rachel, however, she will give you five spanks on your ass as punishment for your obstreperous behavior." Michelle crawled over to Rachel and sprawled over her lap. Rachel smiled wickedly at me and gave Michelle five hard ones; these were no love taps. When Rachel was done with the spanking, she spread Michelle out and began shaving her. Annie, meanwhile, had come over to serve us. Her tongue started in Jess' pussy, but it was quickly roaming everywhere, moistening my balls and even dipping down to my ass. As my cock pulled out of Jess' ass on a stroke, I felt Annie's head and tongue trying to get a taste. I wasn't sure that I wanted her to do that, especially as I planned to kiss her later, so I redirected her head back to Jess. I also had her slow down, so that she was keeping Jess very heated without taking her to an orgasm. When Rachel was done with Michelle, I had her replace Annie, and I told Annie and Michelle, "Now I want you to masturbate for me. I want to see you playing with your bare twats, I want to see you bring yourself to orgasm. Why don't you think about how sexy it is watching this slut at my knees licking and sucking her own mother! I know that always gets me off, thinking about people fucking others in their own family." The last I said looking right into Michelle's eyes. It was an amazing feeling, Jess' ass moving up and down on my cock, Rachel's tongue occasionally lapping at my balls, and two sexy women masturbating in front of me. It was like a giant feedback loop, and as soon as one of us started cumming, Annie in this case, it set us all off, and soon we were all slumped in contentment, except, of course, Rachel, who was denied the chance to cum. Rachel got up and soon was back with cool water and warm cloths all around. She handed each of us a glass and then proceeded to clean everyone off. When we were all cleaned and relaxed, I had everyone come upstairs to the master bedroom. I had the women relax on the bed as I set a chair up near the bed. An old chair, a glue gun and a butt plug and I soon had an excellent spectator seat for Rachel. I slathered K-Y on the plug and beckoned Rachel over. I positioned her on the chair, and she dropped down on the plug, her ass sucking it right in. I then took some rope and tied her tightly to the chair so she could barely move. When I was done, I asked, "Comfortable?" She shook her head, indicating that she wasn't. "Good," I told her. "It wouldn't be punishment if you enjoyed it, would it?" She shook her head and I climbed onto the bed with the remaining ladies. "Ready for round two?" I asked. They all nodded eagerly. I positioned Jess with her head on the pillows and spread her legs open. Then I positioned Michelle with her head toward the foot of the bed, her legs also spread, her thighs crossing Jess' thighs, their pussies a few inches apart. "Now comes the fun part," I told them. I had Annie move into a 69 with Michelle. This gave Michelle access to Annie's cunt while Annie had her face above both Jess' and Michelle's pussies. "Almost done," I said. I retrieved a toy that I'd had Jess purchase recently. It was a large, double-headed dildo, and I inserted it so that it connected the two women. I then took Annie's hand and wrapped it around the dildo. "Your job," I told Annie, "is to make these two lovely ladies cum." "Your job," I instructed Michelle, "is to give Annie some extra pleasure as she has her first ass fuck. "And your job," I told Jess, "is to lie back and enjoy a lovely orgasm. Are you all clear on what you are to do? "I certainly am!" Jess said in a satisfied tone of voice. The others nodded. "Then begin," I told them. Jess grabbed another pillow and popped it under her head so that she could see what the others were doing. Annie started moving her fist back and forth, fucking Jess and Rachel alternately with the dildo. Her knuckles kept hitting their clits, and when it wasn't she was licking at them with her tongue. I moved behind her and saw that Michelle was holding Annie's ass cheeks open as she licked at her cunt. I took the K-Y jelly and lubed up my cock again. I knee-walked my way up the bed until my knees were straddling my sister's head and my balls were hanging in her face. I put the head of my cock up against Annie's tightly closed asshole. Michelle attacked Annie's clit, probably trying to distract her, and I shoved my cock into her. I tried using a single stroke, but her ass was too tight. My cock got stuck halfway in as Annie shrieked in pain. I pulled partially out, then shoved back in. It took a half dozen strokes and as many screams from Annie before I was buried completely in her no longer virgin ass. I rested there for a minute, and I felt Michelle licking at my balls. After I felt she was stretched sufficiently, I grabbed her hips and slowly started fucking her. I quickly sped up and was shafting her repeatedly. I had cum twice in the last few hours, so I knew I wasn't in any danger of cumming. I grabbed Annie's hair and pulled her back. Her hand was still clasping the dildo, which pulled up and partially out of Jess and Michelle, and then she released it and it snapped back. The two impaled women gasped, as did Annie as I pulled her hair all the way back. I reached for her shoulder with my teeth and bit hard as my hand reached around and squeezed her large tit, pinching into her nipple. She screamed as she came, then she collapsed onto Michelle as I released her. I looked down at my blood streaked cock and decided that Annie'd had enough. I pulled out and saw that Jess was moving up and down on the dildo, fucking Michelle with it. I watched as she brought them both to an orgasm. I rolled Annie off onto the side, then I went to clean myself up and bring everyone water and washcloths. I climbed into the middle of the pile of women and we all rested. I glanced over at Rachel and saw her sitting with a glazed look in her eyes, futilely trying to move up and down on the butt plug. After a few minutes Jess proclaimed, "You didn't cum!" "Nope, I was saving myself," I said. "For what?" she asked. "For when you teach Annie how to give a good blow job," I told her. I couldn't think of anyone that I would rather have teach Annie than Jess. Jess pulled Annie down and started to show her my cock. She quickly realized that this was the first time that Annie had seen a cock up close and personal. Jess showed her all the parts and demonstrated what it was used for and how it made me feel. She explained the most sensitive parts of my cock, and how careful she had to be of my balls. Finally, she had Annie start licking my cock, and then she worked her up to taking it into her mouth. She showed Annie how far she could go without choking, and explained how she could work on that. Then she showed Annie how two people working on a cock simultaneously could be very pleasing to me. Finally, she was done with the instructions and she had Annie start seriously sucking me. While Annie was sucking, Jess started pumping my cock below her mouth. She told Michelle, "Feed him your tits!" "What?" Michelle asked in surprise. "I want Annie to get her first mouthful of cum, and Jeff sucking his sister's tits will make him cum sooner! So get your tits up there!" she demanded. Michelle didn't look too certain about it, but I was happy to grab one of her tits in my right hand while sucking the other in my mouth. Jess was right, and it was that added stimulation, along with Michelle's moans of pleasure, that caused me to spew my load into Annie's mouth. Jess was right there, telling Annie how to pull back a little so she could get all my cum into her mouth, explaining when to swallow and how to avoid choking. I would have been very interested in her explanation if my brains weren't oozing out through my dick. I fell back, exhausted, as Jess showed Annie how to clean any remaining cum off of my cock. We all rested, and I almost nodded off when Jess asked, "What should we do with Rachel?" "I have plans for her," I said sleepily. "You and Michelle stay here. Annie, help me with Rachel." Annie helped me untie Rachel and pull her off the butt plug. We walked downstairs and then continued to the basement. I walked to the playroom door and told Rachel to instruct Annie on the rules. "We may not open the door to this room, and when we enter, it must be with our collars and leashes, and only on our hands and knees," she explained. She pulled two leashes down and attached them to their collars. She then went down on her knees and helped Annie down as well. I walked in front of them, because I wanted to see Annie's face when she saw the room. I turned after I entered the room and the look on her face was priceless. She looked like a woman let loose in Tiffany's and told she could have anything she wanted. "Tomorrow you'll learn what many of these things are," I told Annie. "But for tonight, you'll sleep. You want to be my slave, and a slave sleeps on the floor when they are not in their Master's bed. But you've been so good that I don't want you on the cold floor. This one, on the other hand, did not please me. Come here." I had Rachel lie on the floor and tied her arms and legs spread eagle. "This should be a nice bed for you," I told Annie. I had Annie climb on top of Rachel, crotch to face, and tied her spread eagle as well. "You may have Rachel pleasure you, and you can pleasure her, but you must not make her cum, do you understand?" Annie nodded. I kissed each of them good night, turned off all the lights except a night-light and said, "Good night, ladies." Then I went upstairs to sleep between my sister and my girlfriend's mother. ------- Before we went to sleep, Annie asked quietly, "Please make me cum!" The angle wasn't great, but I was able to taste her dripping pussy and to give her a small cum. She licked me a little as well, but she was careful not to get me too close to an orgasm. We fell asleep, but I awoke later, feeling Annie squirming on top of me. I didn't understand what was happening until I heard her groan quietly, "I'm so sorry!" Then I felt a strong stream of piss pouring out of her onto my face. It wasn't her fault; Jeff had not let us go to the bathroom before tying us down. And to be fair, I had done this to my mother. So I just lay there and allowed the hot stream to spill over me. As the stream continued, I realized that the hot fluid jetting at me was turning me on to no end. It was so humiliating to be used for a toilet, and Jeff had to know what would happen when he tied us here. I was tied down here as Annie's toilet. Annie finally finished, and I could hear the shame in her voice as she kept whispering, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it!" I felt bad because she was upset, but rather than just tell her it was OK, which she would not believe, I decided to show her. I picked my head up to her urine soaked snatch and licked off all the pee, as well as the warm cunt juice that was leaking out of her, and I did not stop until she had a nice strong orgasm. After she came, she quickly fell asleep, her hot breath slowly blowing on my sensitive pussy in the even pattern of someone deep asleep. It was a very long time before I fell asleep. ------- Chapter 34: Christmas Day I crawled into the playroom on my hands and knees, naked as usual. Michelle had to leave early; she had previously made plans that she now deeply regretted, but nonetheless could not change. After I woke Jeff with a blowjob and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum, he instructed me to come downstairs, clean up my daughter and his weekend slave, and then have them come upstairs for breakfast. As I crawled in, I heard them talking quietly. "Please," Annie said. "I can wait a little bit more," Rachel replied. "I'm sure that someone will be down here soon to untie us." "But I feel bad, and it would make me feel better," Annie complained. "I told you that you shouldn't feel bad," Rachel said. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't blame you. To tell you the truth, I enjoyed it a little." "So do it to me!" Annie said. "No," Rachel replied. I turned the corner and watched them as Annie said, "I know what will make you." She then started pressing her face into Rachel just below her stomach, then she moved her shoulder there and started rocking back and forth. "No, don't do that!" Rachel cried. "I really have to go!" "Good," Annie said, continuing her actions. "Ohhhh," Rachel moaned and I saw a stream of piss spurting out of her. Annie moved her head into the stream, eyes and mouth closed. "I can't believe that you made me do that," Rachel groaned to an oblivious Annie. Eventually, her stream petered out and Annie said, "See, that wasn't too hard!" As Annie dropped her head back on Rachel's stomach, I crawled the rest of the way in and then I stood up. The room stank, and both girls were covered in urine. Annie looked at me embarrassed, but Rachel just said, "Good morning, Mother." "Good morning," I said. "I've been told to clean you up and send you upstairs. Annie, you need to make breakfast and serve everyone." I grabbed the hose that was there for just such an occasion and turned it on. They were not pleased with the cold water pouring over them, but they put up with it; after all, it wasn't exactly like they could get up and leave! When I had gotten the worst off, I untied Annie and had her stand up while I hosed her off. Then I did the same to Rachel, dried them off with the towels that we had stocked, and sent them upstairs. Rachel helped Annie cook the breakfast, and when Jeff came down there was a plate of French toast and eggs waiting for him. We all sat down to eat, but Jeff said, "Annie, I thought that I had made it clear that you were to serve everyone." He pulled Annie down and shoved her under the table. I was sitting between Jeff and Rachel, so I could see both of their laps, and it was evident that Annie finally realized her place as I saw her head bobbing up and down on Jeff's cock. After a few minutes, Jeff pushed her head off of his cock and directed her to me. He hadn't cum, but given that he had cum three times yesterday and once today already, I guess that he was saving himself. I felt Annie spread my legs and I moved my ass forward so that she had full access. Unlike Jeff, I was more than willing to allow Annie to make me cum. She started slowly, but was soon munching away happily, or at least, it made me happy. I had to put down my silverware as she brought me to orgasm, and when I was finished she delicately lapped up the remainder of my juices. Then she crawled over and nuzzled her way between Rachel's legs. I finished up my breakfast while watching Annie bring Rachel really close, but Jeff warned her not to let Rachel cum. Annie may have been new to this, but she was learning fast. When breakfast was over, at least for the three of us, Jeff went to one of my drawers and pulled out a little apron. He tossed it to Annie and told her, "Eat breakfast, then I want you to clean this house up for Jess." "Really?" Annie asked. "Really," Jeff replied. "You want to be a slave. Do you think that ends in the bedroom? But don't worry. If you do a really good job, maybe I'll punish you." "Yes, sir," Annie responded. Jeff told us that he had some things to do, and that he had to make at least a token appearance at home, but that he would be back later. Despite the fact that I so enjoyed having someone in charge of me, I have to say that it was quite nice having my own personal maid. Annie cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms and straightened out the bedrooms, and she still had time to pleasure me twice more. I also had her clean the basement, and the entire time that she was down there she was staring longingly at the playroom. Jeff returned later in the afternoon, and from the moment he walked in the door, there was a palpable excitement in the air. All of us knew what was coming, and each of us couldn't wait to be strapped down and abused. And Jeff, of course, acted as if it were a normal evening at home. We had a quiet dinner, which Annie served. This time, Jeff did not have her go beneath the table, to my disappointment. After dinner was over, while I was sipping my coffee, Jeff asked "Who would like to be punished now?" We all looked at each other in surprise, then with smiles on our faces, we all raised our hands. Rachel added, "Ooo, ooo, me! Pick me! I want to be punished!" "Downstairs, ladies," Jeff ordered, and we all made a rush for the basement door. We were kneeling in front of the door putting our collars on before Jeff even made it down the stairs. He smiled at our eagerness as he came over to unlock the door. He knelt down next to me, stroked my cheek and whispered to me, "I like how eager and happy you look best of all." Rachel gave me a huge grin as she overheard that, and I realized something: I was happy. Gary and I'd had something wonderful together. He had taken me firmly in hand and helped me clean up my life. He gave me a beautiful daughter, and he wasn't afraid of punishing me, whether I needed it or not. His death had devastated me, and I now realized that while I thought I had recovered, I had not. Instead, I had buried the part of me that Gary had complemented so well, and as a result I was only half of a person. Oh, that's not to say that I was this morose, depressed woman the entire time these last three years, although I was for parts of it. But I was never truly happy. Until now. This seventeen year old boy, someone less then half my age, was making me happy. Nearly as happy as I had been with Gary. I knew that this wasn't like it was with Gary; this could not last forever. But Jeff had shown me that with the right man, I could be happy again, and when Jeff tired of me, I knew that I could find someone who would give me the love and the pain that I needed. But until that day, I was Jeff's to do with as he would. Jeff unlocked the door, and the three of us scampered in on our hands and knees. When I was inside, I moved to the middle of the floor and turned to face the door, spreading my knees and offering myself to Jeff. Rachel and Annie saw what I was doing and moved to either side of me, presenting themselves as well. I could see the moment Jeff walked in that he was pleased with us, which made me quite happy. "Rachel," Jeff said, "you will be my assistant today." I could tell that disappointed Rachel; I was sure she wanted to be a victim. But she dutifully helped Jeff string Annie up. They put Annie in a location surrounded by chains. There were four descending from the ceiling and four coming off the floor, boxing Annie in. They placed Annie in the center and had her raise her hands just over shoulder level. The rear ceiling chains were attached to cuffs and placed on Annie's wrists. The floor chains behind her were attached to her ankles. They then connected the ceiling chains in front of her to clamps which were then attached to her nipples. She gasped as they were attached, and the length of the chain meant that she had to lean over forward, pulling her hands further behind her. Annie made quite the picture. Her tits were pulled out from her chest, her back curved steeply, her ass sticking up in the air, her legs spread widely and her arms pulled back. She looked completely vulnerable; I wished it were me. I would be begging Jeff to do this to me sometime. I watched as Jeff attached the final chains, from the floor in front of Annie. Another set of clips was connected, and these were attached to her pussy lips, pulling them open. Jeff then positioned a bench directly in front of Annie. He and Rachel pushed me down onto it and strapped me in. The bench was designed so that my thighs were on split boards and my chest was lower than my ass. My back curved like Annie's did, my ass in the air and my legs spread. My view was restricted; about all I could see were Annie's spread-open lips, and the fluids leaking from them. I felt Jeff laying things on my back, and I recognized the feel of them. There were many different items, and I knew that I would be on the receiving end of them. I shuddered in anticipation. I felt Rachel kneel next to me and Jeff asked Annie, "You want to be a slave?" She must have nodded, because Jeff said, "Tell me! Tell me what you want." "I want to be a slave!" she exclaimed. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, sir!" she responded. "We'll see," he said. "I am going to show you what a slave will allow from her Master. Afterwards, we will see if you are so sure of your answer." And then it began. Jeff had been hard on me before, but never to this extreme. He used a paddle first, whacking me about fifty times. When he was done, he returned the paddle to my back and picked up the next item, a crop. "I want you to keep in mind that everything I am doing to Jess I will do to you next," he told Annie. Then he used the crop on my ass. By the number of items on my back and the way that I was strapped down, I knew that it would be quite a while before I would be able to sit comfortably. When he was done with the crop, he used a rope, and when he was done with that, it was a whip. From her enforced position, Annie had a perfect view of my ass and its abuse. I could see her pussy pulsing with her heartbeat, the whole area engorged with excitement. "I've never used this before," Jeff said, showing me a new paddle. "I think this will definitely cause some damage. What do you think I should do?" The paddle he showed me was a large heavy paddle with a vampire strip. A vampire strip is a rubber strip attached to the paddle, through which are stuck tacks, in this case, heavy thumbtacks. I had attached the strip to this paddle myself. "Use it on me, please!" I begged. "OK," he said. I waited expectantly, but instead of the sharp pain I expected, I felt my cunt fill as Jeff shoved a vibrator deep into me. He turned it on and the vibrations, combined with the burning pain all over my ass quickly had me cumming. Jeff started spanking me as I was cumming, and the pain was so achingly familiar. I cried out in pleasure and pain and the orgasm swept over me in waves. Finally it was finished, and Jeff stopped the paddling and removed the vibrator. "She's bleeding!" Rachel cried. "Just a little," Jeff said. "I think she'll be OK." "I will be," I said weakly. "Thank you so much!" Jeff laid the paddle on my back and asked Annie, "Are you still sure that you want to be a slave?" I don't know what answer he was expecting, but the way that her pussy was drooling, I knew what the answer would be. "Yes, please, make me your slave!" she cried. Jeff moved up to her and I could hear Annie gasp as Jeff grabbed her face. "Annie, because Rachel asked me to, I am giving you a taste of what it is like to be a slave, but you will not be my slave, do you understand?" "Yes, sir," Annie said contritely, "I'm so sorry for presuming. I got caught up. I promise that I won't do it again!" "Fine," he said. He then proceeded to give Annie the same treatment as me. However Annie came at least four or five times as he abused her with all his toys. When he got to the last paddle on her already abused ass, she shrieked as she came. I saw her slumping over just as Jeff did, and he quickly dropped the paddle and rushed forward to hold her up. Her nipples must have been stretched painfully before he got to her and supported her weight, then Rachel was there, removing the clamps from Annie's nipples and pussy and unbuckling her arms to lay her on the floor. Jeff removed the ankle straps and stretched her out on her side. Rachel unfastened me, but I didn't feel able to get up. I did see that Annie was moaning and coming around. When she opened her eyes Jeff asked, "Are you OK?" "That was the best cum I've had in my life," Annie moaned. "Stay with your mother," Jeff instructed Rachel, and he picked Annie up and carried her out. Rachel tended to my raw ass until Jeff returned. He carried me upstairs and put me in my bed. He instructed Rachel to spend the night in her room with Annie. When Rachel was gone, Jeff looked carefully at my ass, put more lotion on it, then covered me with the blanket. "I have a favor to ask of you," I told Jeff. "What can I do for you?" he asked. "Please fuck me," I begged. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I hurt you pretty badly." "I want you to roll me over and I want you to fuck me," I told him. "I want to feel every stroke pounding my ass into the bed. I want you to fuck me until you cum. I want to remember this night for a very long time!" I really did. Jeff had been taking good care of me, but tonight was amazing. Jeff had abused me, but never as much as I really wanted. He always held back a little, as if afraid of really hurting me. Tonight, he did not hold back. I would have to find a way to thank Annie, and Rachel for bringing her, because it wasÖ almost perfect. What would make it perfect was for him to fuck me hard. I rolled onto my back, the pain shooting from my ass, and pulled him to me. "Own me, at least for tonight," I whispered in his ear. "Take me hard!" He pulled back a little, then smiled at me, though there was sadness deep in his eyes. Then he slapped me. He just reached back and slapped my face hard, then he pushed my legs open and crouched between them. "Tonight, you are mine and mine alone," he said. He shoved himself into me hard, pushing my ass into the bed. I was cumming almost instantly, and he continued fucking me. I am not sure if I came a whole bunch of times, or just one long time, but it was fucking awesome. And then it got better as he pulled out and rolled me back onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up and slapped my already abused ass a dozen times before taking his cock, wet with my juices, and shoving it right up my ass. I screamed as his hips slammed into my red ass and kept doing it as he pistoned in and out of me. I was only half conscious as I felt him shoot his load into my bowels, and I dropped off as I heard him whisper to me, "Remember when I made you mine for the night." ------- Annie stayed with us another two days and nights, however nothing that extreme happened with her. Jeff told her that she needed time to recuperate, but that she could serve him in other ways, which included cooking, cleaning and servicing everyone orally. Jeff did spend the last night with her, and when she left she thanked all of us for showing her what it was like to be a slave. ------- Chapter 35: The Coupon It was late on a Thursday evening in the middle of January when I got a phone call. "Jeff, could you please come spend the night?" Jess asked me. I thought about it, and decided, 'Why not?' Jess had not asked me like this before, and the thought of that beautiful, mature woman asking me to spend the night with her had me quite hard. Jess met me at the door with a smile and a big kiss. She helped me undress right there, and led me upstairs. She stopped me before we entered her room and asked me, "Do you remember what you got Michelle for Christmas?" "An MP3 player," I said. "What else?" Jess asked with a smile. "A gift certificate entitling her to a night with you and Rachel," I replied. "Almost," Jess said. She handed me the coupon that I had given to Michelle. It said that she was entitled to a night with Rachel and Jess who would give her a sensual massage, followed by a night of any type of sexual activity that she wanted. "So she cashed it in?" I asked. "Yes, she did," Jess said. "Tonight." "Then why did you call me?" I asked, confused. "We gave her a massage," she replied. "We both pleasured her. Since she was entitled to any type of sexual activity, I asked her what she wanted. She wants you." With that, Jess opened the door, revealing Michelle in bed, naked, glistening with oil, sweat and sex. She was sitting up against the pillows, her legs spread open, her fingers playing with her pussy. I walked to the bed and sat down next to her. I was actually quite nervous. I asked her, "Are you sure about this?" She nodded shyly and said, "Look, I'm not like Rachel or Jess. I don't like pain. I don't like embarrassment. But I've seen you fuck them. I've seen the way that you make them feel. I want that." "But you've got other boyfriends," I said. "Older guys." "I know, but they don't make me feel like you make Jess and Rachel feel," she said. "The sex is nice, but it's just nice. I want more. I want to explode." "I think you are expecting too much," I said. "Rachel and Jess get off because I am feeding their kinks. It might not be the same for you." She pulled my head towards her and kissed me gently on the lips. She pulled away, leaving her hand behind my head, and with a smile she said, "I'm willing to take that chance." She kissed me again, harder, more passionately. Her tongue played with mine and she pulled me over on the bed so that I was half lying on her. My hand reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple gently as my other hand twisted in her hair and pulled it tightly. I realized what I was doing and pulled away, saying, "Sorry. I'm so used to being with Rachel and Jess." "That's OK," she said. "A little pain I don't mind, just don't bring out the whips." "Damn!" I exclaimed regretfully, then laughed with her. I noticed Rachel and Jess sneaking out of the room. "Hold it!" I told them. I turned to Michelle and asked, "Do you want them to leave?" Michelle looked at them and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't care," she told me. I turned back to the women and said, "Stay. Kneel." I pointed my hands to either side of the bed and they came over, one on each side of the bed, and knelt down with their chins on the bed. "Good, I might need you later," I told them. "But for now, I'm going to have some fun with my big sister." "And I with my little brother," Michelle said in a giggly tone of voice. She pulled me back into a kiss and I forgot about Rachel and Jess as I explored my lovely sister. I kissed her for a long time before moving my head down her body. I explored her breasts with my tongue and fingertips, enjoying the way I could make her pink nipples stand up, the area surrounding them crinkling into ridges. I kissed and licked over her stomach, tasting her sweat and the massage oil that had been used on her earlier. I moved down to her smooth pussy and looked up at her questioningly. "I know you like your ladies bald, so I had Rachel shave me again." "Mmmmm," was my response as I buried my face in her. She tasted so sweet, so fresh. I spent a long time slowly licking her up and down, delving my tongue in deeply, then allowing it out to play with her clit. I felt like I could have gone on all night, but Michelle was moaning, begging, yelling, saying, "Please Jeff! Please little brother! Please fuck me! Please fuck your big sister!" Who was I to refuse? I moved back up her body, biting her nipples on my way up. I kissed Michelle, and just when I was going to reach down to position myself at her entrance, I felt another hand on my cock, pointing it where it wanted to go. I was looking into Michelle's eyes as I slowly pushed my cock into her. I loved the way that her eyes got big as she felt me filling her. When I was all the way in, she moaned, "I feel so stuffed! You have such a nice cock, Jeff!" My cock swelled even more, along with my big head. I loved that I was pleasing my sister so well. I started rocking in and out slowly, but soon Michelle was demanding more. "Harder" and "Faster" were the two words repeated most often, along with much unintelligible grunting. Finally, Michelle began groaning and whining as she approached her orgasm. She was panting and her chest was heaving, and it was so sexy watching her face that I knew I would not last long. Luckily, I didn't have to, as she screamed and came, her clenching pussy sucking the cum right out of my cock. When my cock was finished spurting, I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. A thought came to me and I said, "It's probably a bit late to ask if you are on the pill." Michelle laughed, her pussy doing interesting things to my deflating cock. "Oh, I could just see it now. 'Mom, Dad, I'm pregnant, and Jeff is the father.' That would go over well! Yes Jeff, I am on the pill!" I rolled over and fell onto my back next to her, laughing and trying to recover. I felt the bed move and heard Michelle's gasp just as I felt a mouth engulf my cock. I looked down and Rachel had my cock in her mouth as Jess was cleaning up Michelle. Rachel popped my cock out of her mouth and said, "All clean." Jess picked her head up and told her daughter, "It will take me a little longer to clean Michelle. Jeff left a big mess in her." Rachel smiled at me and started sucking on me again. "I thought that you said I was all clean," I said. "You are," Rachel replied after removing my cock from her mouth. "But you don't think that one time is going to be enough for your sister, do you? I'm just helping you get ready." It didn't take Rachel very long to accomplish her mission, at which point Michelle pushed her out of the way and started sucking me. It got even better when Rachel donned her strap-on and started fucking Michelle from behind. I managed to cum once in Michelle's mouth, then again up her cunt. Before we fell asleep, Jess tucked us in and she and Rachel left the room. I woke up before Michelle in the morning and just lay there watching her for a while. I could not believe that I had fucked my sister. I'd had wet dreams about her, but I never really thought it would happen. Even while I was playing with her and Rachel, I didn't know if we would cross the line. Now we had, and I can't say that I was sorry. I just didn't know where it would go. Michelle opened her eyes and saw me watching her. "Good morning, little brother," she said sleepily. "Good morning, big sis," I replied, kissing her gently. "Did you have fun last night?" "Mmmmm hmmmm," she purred. "I think it was the best present I ever got." "But now what?" I asked. "Now we go on," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You are so cute," she said. "You can completely dominate a woman, including one twice your age, but you are so unsure of the little things. We go on. Nothing changes. Except that every now and then, I'm going to want you to fuck me. And if you ever want to fuck me, just ask. Otherwise, everything is the same as it was yesterday. Simple." I kissed her again and thought, 'I guess big sis knows best.' As she was going to take a shower she said, "Maybe next time you'll do my ass?" It was a good thing that Rachel chose that moment to come in and see if I needed anything, because I did. ------- Chapter 36: Another Date "You have a date on Friday night," Jeff told me. He did this quite often. He would set up a date for me, and he would have the person tell me what they paid for the date. It was usually something quite insignificant, like helping Jeff out with a job or something like that. It always humiliated me to know that there were people out there ready to do anything that Jeff asked for, because they knew they would get a sure shot at me. Some of the guys that took me out made sure to tell me what they had done to get me, and what they expected me to do for them. "Who is it this time?" I asked. "It's a surprise," Jeff said. "They'll pick you up at 7:00 on Friday. Dress sexy; no pants, no underwear." I sighed, but of course I didn't question it. I was dressed and ready when I heard the doorbell ring. My mother answered it, and I heard a bubbling laugh in her voice when she yelled, "Rachel, your date is here!" I came down, and there at the bottom of the step was Cynthia. Cynthia is a very nice girl, but she is a flaming all-men-are-scum lesbian. She was president of the school gay and lesbian club, and clearly made no secret about her sexual orientation. And I had a date with her. "Hi Rachel," she said happily, but she had a predatory look in her eyes. I thought about how to handle it, then I realized what Jeff would want me to do. This was a date that he set up, just like every other one, and I should treat it as a date. I bounced down the stairs and said, "Hi Cynthia!" and I kissed her on the cheek. "Where are we going?" "I thought dinner and a show," she said. "I've got tickets to Little Shop of Horrors." There was a local playhouse in town, and while they were far from Broadway quality, they were not too bad. I was looking forward to seeing the show. She took my arm and led me to her car, where she opened the door and let me in. It was clear who would be in charge of this date. We went to the show first, and I really liked it. It was campy and goofy, but fun! Cynthia held my hand at the scary parts, and at other parts she rested her hand on my knee, not groping, just touching. After the show, Cynthia took me to a local restaurant where lots of kids from our school hung out. She was clearly showing off that she was out on a date with me. It caused a little stir, but not too much; by this time, people expected shocking things of me. We sat at the table, and Cynthia kept holding my hand on the table and laughing loudly. I finally got tired of it. I beckoned to her and she leaned forward across the table. I grabbed her head and gave her a big kiss, tongue and all. She was surprised, but she responded hotly. As we broke apart, I heard the catcalls and clapping that the kiss had produced. Although Cynthia looked around nervously, I wasn't worried about anyone saying anything nasty. On the one hand, it would probably just turn me on, and on the other, since the Marty incident, no guy had done anything too nasty to my face. I leaned forward again and said, "Cyn, you don't have to show me off. I'll tell anyone that you want that we dated. If you want a spectacle, I'll crawl under the table and eat you right here, but if you just want to have a good time with me, lighten up!" Cynthia blushed and looked down for a long minute. Then she looked at me and said, "You're right. I apologize. I wasn't treating you as a person, I was treating you as a showpiece and that is one of the things I hate about guys. Please forgive me!" "I'll tell you what," I said. "You treat me as your date the rest of the night, and I'll forget it ever happened. Well, except for the kiss. I won't forget that. You're a good kisser." She blushed again and looked down. She was cute when she blushed. We finished dinner and went out to her car. When we got in, she asked in a hopeful tone of voice, "Where to now?" "Well, I certainly don't want this date to be over," I told her with a smile. As she drove us to our next destination, she said laughing, "Imagine if you had gone down on me under the table!" "People wouldn't have been surprised at me, but they would have about you!" I told her. "How come you do that?" she asked. "Jeff agreed that you would go out with me and that, quote, I would get lucky if I wanted, unquote, because I lent him a pencil. A pencil worth less than a dime. Why would you agree to that?" she asked. "Mmmmm, less than a dime," I repeated. "That's the cheapest he's sold me for yet!" "Why would you let him sell you at all?" Cynthia pressed. "That's a topic I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to you about on a first date," I told her. "Just believe that Jeff did not do anything that I didn't want him to do." "OK, but I don't get it," she said. We drove in silence for a few minutes before she broke the silence asking, "Does that mean that there might be a second date?" "That all depends on how good you are with that tongue of yours." I said evilly. Cynthia looked over at me in shock, then seeing the grin on my face, she burst out laughing. She was still laughing as she pulled up at our destination. It was the local make out spot, a location I had become very familiar with over the past months. She turned off the engine and looked at me tentatively. "Surely you've brought other dates here?" I asked. "Well yes, but not on a first date," she replied. "I usually know them better. Also, they've usually had experience with girls already." It was so sweet! She thought I'd never done a girl before, and she was worried how to approach it with me. I put her mind at ease, telling her, "Here's what you need to know about me. I'm attracted to you, I'm horny, I will let you do absolutely anything that you want to me, and I cannot wait to get my mouth between your legs. Does that ease your mind on how to progress from here?" Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing was starting to get heavier and she had a glazed look in her eyes as she said, "God, yes!" She leaned forward and I brought my lips to hers again, repeating the kiss that we had in the restaurant and turning the heat up a notch. "How do you want it first?" I asked. "Do you want me to go down on you, do you want to go down on me, or should we 69?" "I want to see your body naked!" she said. I smiled, shimmied my dress over my hips and pulled my dress over my head and threw it into the back seat. "What is your next command, milady?" I asked. "Get in the back seat!" she said. I think she expected me to climb over the seat, and she was surprised when I opened the door, got out, and walked around the car to her side and got in the back seat that way. "You're naked!" she exclaimed when I was back in the car and the light was off again. "I know, you made me get this way," I told her. "What is your next command?" "Aren't you embarrassed to walk around like that?" she asked. "People saw you. They saw me, too! They know that you are naked with me." "Well, that's why we're here. Everyone else here is probably in some stage of undress as well," I explained. "Plus, knowing that they know I am in here with you, and that I am going to do whatever you want, turns me on something fierce." I dipped my fingers between my legs and coated them with my sticky fluids. "See?" I asked, holding my fingers up to her. She grabbed my hand and shoved my fingers in her mouth, moaning as she tasted me. She climbed into the back seat and pushed me up against the door and pushed my legs apart. She immediately sank her long tongue deep into my cunt, pulling out more of my nectar. "God, you taste so good!" she moaned into my pussy. She sucked my clit into her mouth and I was soon cumming wonderfully. As I recovered, Cynthia ran her fingers around the SLUT mark on my pussy. My summer tan had long since faded, but Jeff had me go to a tanning salon, where the man who ran the place would cover my skin with bandages that spelled out the word, so it remained as fresh as the day Jeff had first marked me. Of course, I had to reward the attendant with a blow job. "Why are you a slut?" she asked. "Because I want to be," I said. "No one forced me to be what I am, and I enjoy it. Some people think that I let anyone use me, but really I am using everyone else. Really, would I have been able to get a date with as pretty a girl as you if you didn't know I was a slut?" "Probably, yes," she said. "You are a very pretty girl. You could have gotten a date with almost anyone." "But if I wasn't a known slut, there would be all sorts of baggage," I said. "For instance, would you have dated me knowing that tomorrow I'll be on another date, and I'll be fucking some random guy?" "Maybe not," she said. "Well, there you have it," I said. "I get to have my fun, and people don't expect anything of me." "But don't you want a long term relationship?" she asked. "I have a few," I explained, "but they are with special people who understand who I am and what I need. If I didn't have them to ground me, to love me, I probably couldn't do this, but I do have them, so I am fine." "So what do you want from tonight?" she asked. "I want you to spread your legs and let me eat you until you cum screaming," I told her. "Then I want you to take me over your lap and spank me for being such a naughty girl and walking outside naked, and when you are done with that, I want you to make me cum. And then, on Monday, I want you to treat me like a friend, maybe even ask me out again some time in the future. That's what I want." She smiled and leaned back against the door, hiking up her skirt and letting me crawl between her legs. I know she was pleasantly surprised to find out that I knew my way around a pussy, and I didn't let her get up until she came three times. After she recovered from her orgasms, she pulled me across her lap and gave me the spanking that I had asked for. It wasn't as good as Jeff's but it was sweet and it got my motor running. She then flipped me over and played with my nipples as she drove her fingers into my pussy. She dropped me off at home and walked me to the door. I gave her a deep kiss and said, "Next time, instead of parking, we can come back here and I'll show you all my toys." "Won't your mother mind?" she asked in surprise. "No, my mother understands and accepts my sexual peccadilloes," I replied. "She won't mind if I take you to my room and ravish your beautiful body." "Mmmmm, I'll call you soon then," she said before she left. ------- Chapter 37: Camille I was sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch when Camille dropped her tray next to me. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. "Not at all," I said. "What's up?" "Do you like me?" she asked. "Of course," I said. "Did I do something to make you think that I don't like you?" "No, not at all," she answered. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but I responded truthfully. "Yes, I think that you are very pretty. Why?" "Will you go out with me?" she asked. I sat back in surprise. Camille was the last person I expected to go out with. "You know what I am doing with Rachel," I said. "You know that I am sleeping with her. What kind of date are you talking about? Do you want to involve Rachel?" "No," she replied. "I want a regular date. You know, boy, girl, movie, dinner, kiss good night. No Rachel. No mention of Rachel. I know what you are doing with Rachel, and I wouldn't dream of asking you to stop, but I really like you. You are a nice guy, and even though most people would think you were an asshole for doing what you are doing, I've talked to Rachel, and I know that it is all for her. "I thought about it for a long time, and I would like to go out with you. Plus, I think that you would enjoy being on a normal date, not one where your girlfriend gets whipped and then fucked by the football team." "Hey, that hasn't happened just yet!" I protested with a laugh. "You know what I mean Jeff," Camille said. "Jeff, will you go out with me this weekend." I thought about it for a minute and realized that I liked that idea a lot. Camille was right. Being with Rachel had definitely stunted my normal social interactions. I could not in good conscience start dating a girl knowing that I would still have Rachel on the side. I would either have to lie to her, or tell her about Rachel. I couldn't see doing the former, and it was not my place to do the latter. I may have lacked dates, but my sex life certainly had no problems, so I wasn't going to complain. "You know that I am not going to give up Rachel and everything that entails," I said. "I know," Camille said. "I'm not asking you to. I just want to go out on a date with you and see if it leads anywhere. But you have to understand that I am not like Rachel. I'm not a slut; I may not even want to sleep with you." "Not want to sleep with me?" I asked in indignation. "Do you really think that you can resist my charms?" "Very funny, Jeff," she said, hitting my arm. "Be serious. Do you want to go out with me?" "OK, I will," I decided. "I am going to tell Rachel about this, of course. She might actually get off on the fact that I am going out on real dates with one of her friends while she is made to put out at my slightest whim." "Let me tell her," Camille asked. "I actually want to make sure it is OK with her before we do go out. I wouldn't want her to think that I am betraying her." "All right, that's how we'll do it then," I said. "You talk to Rachel, and if after that you still want to go out with me, I'd be happy to escort you out on the town." "Great!" Camille said, and immediately got up to go find Rachel. ------- That night, Rachel came to my house and burst into my room. "I heard that you want to go out with Camille!" "How do you feel about that?" I asked her. "It's great!" she said. "I have felt bad that you never get to do anything normal with other girls." "You noticed that?" I asked, surprised. "Of course!" she said derisively. "Give me some credit! Don't you think that I know what you gave up to do this for me? I just hope that you feel you are getting rewarded enough in return." "Oh, I think the rewards are suitable," I said. "Hell, most high school kids are dating just to get into some girl's pants and I can get into yours and your mother's anytime I want." "Uh uh," she said. She flipped her skirt up, showing me that she was naked under it. "I'm not wearing any pants." "Seriously," I said. "How are you going to feel knowing that Camille is dating me, going out to nice places, getting squired round, while you have to spread for me whenever I want, with none of the benefits of dating?" "Humiliated," she said. "It's horrible how you treat me, what a slut you are making me. Will you fuck me now?" "No you slut," I said with a smile, "but you can blow me while you play with yourself." "Oh, your little slut thanks you!" she cried, dropping between my legs and opening my pants. It didn't take long for either of us to cum. ------- The next weekend I picked Camille up from her house. It was actually a bit weird for me. I hadn't dated all that much before, and I hadn't dated at all for over six months. Walking up the steps of a girl's house to take her out on a date felt sort of funny. Nevertheless, we went out to dinner and a movie and had a nice time. There were a couple of surprised looks when friends saw us together, but nothing out of the ordinary. At the end of the night, I took Camille home. On her porch, I kissed her goodnight. It was a nice first kiss, and I realized that I'd forgotten how nice dating could be. Then Camille said, "Are you going to go home and fuck Rachel and think of me?" and I realized that I'd forgotten how awful dating could be. Having Rachel and Jess was simple. They made me feel good, relieved all the sexual energy that I had, and despite the fact that they each brought a huge amount of baggage to the table, it was well defined and manageable baggage. I'd almost forgotten the jealousies, the expectation that I knew what they wanted, that they shouldn't have to tell me, as well as the sexual politics. I sighed and told Camille, "I don't think this is going to work out." "What?" she exclaimed in surprise. "I thought that we both had a nice time!" "I'm not sure if you did, but I certainly did," I said. "Then what's wrong?" I asked. "I don't want to play this game," I explained. "You said that you were OK with Rachel, but then you say how I should use her to relieve the sexual frustration that you leave me with. What I do with Rachel is for Rachel. OK, sometimes it is for me, when I get worked up, but it's about Rachel. "If we are going to have a relationship, we can include Rachel and work something out, or we will be completely separate from my relationship with Rachel. If we do date, and things start getting serious, then we won't be able to keep the two relationships separate, but we can work that out when the time comes. "Meanwhile, Rachel should have no bearing on what we do or don't do, and sending me home sexually frustrated, expecting me to use Rachel to relieve myself, is not keeping the relationships separate." "So if I don't relieve you sexually, then we can't date?" Camille asked. "No, you are missing the point!" I said. "If you don't relieve me sexually, then I will do what every other boy does in those circumstances: I will go home and jerk off thinking of your lovely body. But you cannot expect to drag Rachel into this without working out exactly how we all fit together." "You mean that you can fuck Rachel, and you would go home and jerk-off thinking of me instead of using her?" Camille asked in surprise. "Of course!" I snapped. "Oh, Jeff!" she said, and she threw her arms around me and plastered kisses all over my face. "I knew there was a reason that I wanted to go out with you! And I promise, next time, I will not send you home frustrated." She paused for a second and looked at me nervously. "There will be a next time, won't there?" she asked. "If we can work out the Rachel issue, absolutely," I told her. "I had a wonderful time." "It's worked out," Camille said. "We'll just keep the relationships separate." "OK. I'll talk to you during the week then," I said. "Maybe we can go out again next weekend." "I'd like that," she said. I kissed her good night again and went home. ------- I saw Camille and Rachel talking together at lunch the next day, looking over at me and giggling. After school, Rachel walked home with me. "Camille tells me that you got into a little fight last night," she said. "Not a fight, a disagreement," I corrected. "Over me?" she asked. "Over you," I answered. "She said that you told her that you'd rather jerk-off than use me to relieve yourself," she said calmly. I couldn't tell by her tone of voice if she was upset or not. "Is that how Camille put it?" I asked. "Not exactly, but that was the gist," she said. "No, that isn't what happened," I explained. "I would rather have an arrangement worked out with the three of us, but I don't think that that is going to happen. If we don't have anything worked out, then I am not going to use you to release Camille from performing sexually. If she wants to come to an arrangement whereby you stand in with her, I would definitely prefer that over masturbating. But given that there is no such arrangement, I made friends with my hand last night." "That's actually very sweet," she said. "I'm glad you think so," I responded. "You know that you are not going to need to do that anymore," Rachel said with a smile. "Camille hinted at that," I replied. "I'm not sure that she is ready to fuck you yet, but she was asking me about what you like, you know, sexually," Rachel told me. "She liked that you wanted to jerk off thinking of her instead of fucking me." "I don't know if this is going to work out," I said quietly. "Why?" Rachel asked. "Because despite the fact that this was her idea, despite the fact that she knows all about us, I think that in the end she is not going to be able to deal with it." "Well, at least have fun while you can," was Rachel's advice. It wasn't bad advice, so I decided to take it. The next weekend I went out with Camille again, this time to a party. It was a little weird, because Rachel was there, but I was not there with her. I had not given her any instructions about this party, so she was just acting as normal Rachel. She hung out with Camille and me for part of the time, and I wondered if Camille really didn't mind that two days ago I'd had Rachel strapped to a table as I fucked her up her bruised ass. It was a nice night, so we had walked to the party. On the way home, Camille wanted to walk through a local park. Halfway through the park, she pulled me into a small copse and said, "I'm not going to make you rub yourself raw tonight." She pulled off her shirt and bra, giving me my first view of her lovely tits. She stepped into my arms and kissed me, allowing me to fondle her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it when I pinched her nipples gently, and she was soon writhing in my arms. "Stop that, or I'll forget that this is supposed to be about relieving you!" she complained as she sank to her knees. She undid my belt and pants and reached into my underwear for my cock. "Nice!" she complimented me as she pulled my cock out, then she gazed up at me with a sexy look in her eyes as she swiped the head of my cock with her tongue. I love the way a woman looks when she is on her knees in front of me, staring up at me with my cock in her mouth! Camille engulfed my cock in her mouth and licked and sucked me, looking at me the entire time. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and slowly jacked it with her hand as she asked, "Will you cum on my tits? I promise if you cum on my tits I won't wash it off until morning. You can dream of me sleeping in my bed, naked, with your cum stuck to my chest. Would you like that?" I just groaned as she licked the head of my cock again, and then I was spurting all over her. She got one shot on her chin and neck before squeezing the rest out onto her lovely tits. She used my cock to rub my cum all over her chest. When she was done, she gave the tip of my cock a little kiss, then tucked me back in my pants. She picked up her bra and shirt, took my hand and started walking back home. "Aren't you going to put on your shirt?" I asked. "In a little while," she said. "I want your cum to dry a little before I put my shirt on or it will stick." "I didn't know that you were such an exhibitionist. If you want some time for it to dry, we can go back and I can take care of you," I told her. "After all, I don't want you to rub yourself raw tonight." "Oh no, I don't trust myself," she said. "If you get started on me, I'll want you to fuck me, and I'm not ready for that yet." Just before we left the park, Camille slipped her shirt back on. I kissed her goodnight and went home. In the end, however, I did jerk off in bed, thinking of Camille lying in her bed, covered in my cum. ------- Camille and I went out three more times. Each time was fun, and at the end of each date she sucked me off, refusing my offers of reciprocation. However, in the end, she decided to break up with me. She admitted that the thought of Rachel and me doing things while she was in a relationship with me was too much for her to handle, and she didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with me or Rachel. We did remain friends, and we still hung out together. As an added benefit, whenever she visited Rachel's house, she obeyed the no clothing rule. I think she really enjoyed the first time that I came over and saw her naked. She didn't quite say, 'Eat your heart out!', but I could tell she was thinking it. I was very glad that Camille had given me that moment of normality in an otherwise bizarre year. End of Part 4 ------- Part 5: Spring ------- Chapter 38 The Spring Carnival was a goofy event that happened every year, with seniors setting up booths to raise money for charity. I was telling Jeff some ideas that I had for a booth when he told me, "Don't worry, I've already got something picked out. All you have to do is show up the day of the carnival." I was a little disappointed, because half the fun is coming up with the idea, but on the other hand, I imagined it would be something deliciously wicked. The day of the carnival dawned bright and sunny. It was a perfect day, and Jeff told me to meet him on the carnival grounds at 9:45, fifteen minutes before the carnival started. When I got there, I found Jeff next to a table set up about ten feet away from a big wooden backdrop. "A pie throwing booth?" I exclaimed in surprise. That didn't seem very original or very sexy! "Yup," Jeff said smiling. "Everyone gets to pay a dollar to throw a pie at the school slut!" Jeff led me around the backdrop. I could see the back of all the other booths as well, and see other people rummaging around. "Let's get you set up," Jeff told me. There were a few holes in the wood, with sliding pieces around them. There were also two padded benches that Jeff had me kneel on, one knee on each bench. "You will be stuck through here for a long time," he explained. "I wouldn't want you to strain your back!" He then had me slip my head through the large padded hole, and he put my hands through two smaller holes. He then adjusted the wood around the three holes. "How does it feel?" I heard him ask. I wiggled around a little, and I realized that my head and hands were effectively immobilized. "It's OK, I guess," I called out, "but I can't move." "That's fine," he called. "I'll be right there to help get you finished up." I heard him banging around behind me for a bit, then he came around the front of the backdrop with Camille. "You are going to get sweaty and messy today, so Camille agreed to help reapply your makeup and sunscreen," he told me. "Are you sure you are OK?" "Yes, but I feel vulnerable and exposed," I told him. "Really?" he said with an evil grin. "Tell me a story. Tell me what could happen to you while you are in there." Camille started applying makeup. "Well, anyone could come up behind me and be looking at me, or even touching me!" I started. Just then, I did feel someone running his hands over my ass! I was wearing a sundress that buttoned up the front ñ Jeff had picked it out for me ñ and I felt the person pushing the dress up, and soon it was resting on my back and my panties were exposed! "Someone just pushed my dress up!" I told Jeff frantically. "Oooh, yes. Someone could come by and push up your dress," Jeff said. "What would he do next?" "No, someone really did it!" I hissed. "Now he cut my panties off!" I started wriggling around, trying to get him to stop, but he didn't. "Yes, he would push up your dress and take off your panties," Jeff said. "Now everyone standing back there can see your naked ass!" The unknown assailant was unbuttoning my dress, and I felt him snip the shoulder straps, so that I was kneeling there, completely naked! "He took my dress off!" I exclaimed. "Do you think he would fuck you in front of everyone?" Jeff asked. I couldn't understand it. Jeff was acting like this was a fantasy I was telling, Camille was ignoring me as she applied makeup, and behind this piece of wood, a stranger was slipping his cock into my surprisingly wet pussy! How could he be doing this in front of everyone? Surely someone, one of the teachers or a parent, would see him and say something! "She's already starting to look a little red," Camille told Jeff. "And she's panting like she's out of breath." It was no wonder! A hard cock was pounding into me. I could practically hear the slapping of skin on skin. Then I felt him spurt into me, and I shuddered as I came too, as silently as I could. "I'm just going to make sure everything is OK in back," Jeff said, and he walked behind the booth. Now he would see that I was naked, cum oozing from my pussy. Jeff didn't come out right away, and Camille said, "I've got to go get the pies ready." She went off and started taking pies out of a box and stacking them on the table. I was waiting to hear from Jeff when I saw him walking up to Camille. He told her something, then he came to me while Camille headed off behind the backdrop. Jeff walked up to me holding something in his hand. "This is going to be a very successful booth," he told me. "For $2, you get goop all over the face of the school slut. But for $20, you get to get goop inside the school slut, and a souvenir photo to boot!" He showed me the picture in his hand. It was John, smiling for the camera, his cock buried in my pussy! Across the bottom were the words, "I fucked Rachel Miller at the Spring Carnival!" Of course, you couldn't see my face, but that was not much consolation! Just then, I felt someone playing with my nipples, and when I squirmed, I heard the faint ringing of bells. Someone had just attached bells to my nipples! I was naked at the Spring Carnival, and Jeff was selling my body for all comers! "You are turning me into a prostitute!" I cried. "I don't think that's true," Jeff said. "A prostitute sells her body for money. You aren't going to see any of the money; it's all going to charity. So you are still just a slut. Of course, everyone will think you are a whore, but what can you do?" Jeff bent down and kissed my mouth, just as I felt someone else slip his cock into my sloppy cunt. Jeff walked away and started trying to get people to come throw a pie in my face. People started lining up in front, and it was clear to me that they were lining up in back as well. It was so hard not to scream as orgasm after orgasm rocked my body. Someone must have been coaching them, because many of them spanked my ass, and I heard dozens of lewd comments about what a slut I was, and so many of them were laughing at me and my bells. Every time someone in front hit my face, Jeff or Camille would come up and wipe my face off with a wet cloth, then give me a drink of water. One time Jeff came to me and said, "You might want to bite your tongue about now." "Why?" I asked, but I quickly realized why as a thick cock sank into my ass for the first time. Jeff waited with me until I came from my first ass fuck of the day, then he went back to get more business for me. After that, it was open season on both holes, and more than half the guys chose my abused asshole. Jeff approached me again while a cock was sawing in and out of my cunt and asked, "Can you guess who your pussy is clasped around right now?" I shook my head, unable to do anything but grunt. "Mr. Welsley," Jeff told me, and I came. Mr. Welsley was our math teacher, and a sleazier teacher you would be hard pressed to find. He was always trying to look up girl's skirts, and knowing that he was fucking me pushed me right over the edge. "Of course, he did not want a souvenir picture, but don't worry, we are video taping everything," Jeff told me. Later in the day, Camille was cleaning my face when I told her, "Please tell Jeff that I need to go to the bathroom!" When she went back, Jeff went behind me, and I thought that he was going to get me out, but then he came out and said, "You can go now." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I can't get out." "You don't have to," he told me. "I put a bucket between your legs. Just pee whenever you are ready. Just hurry up, because people want to fuck you." "You can't be serious," I asked. "If you don't do it now, you may not get a chance for a while," he said. "Then you might end up pissing on someone that was fucking you. How embarrassing would that be?" I moaned in shame and released my bladder. I heard the piss hitting the bucket, and I heard some feminine voices saying, "What a skank! She's really pissing right in front of us!" I recognized the voice; it was Marcie, one of the prissy girls who had been completely evil to me since I became a slut. I heard the giggling of her posse around her. "You let those girls see me," I whispered accusingly to Jeff. "You wanted to feel humiliated," he said gently. "Can you think of anything more humiliating than those girls watching you piss while Mr. Welsley's cum is dripping out of you?" "No," I groaned. "If I pay my money, can I fuck her?" I heard Marcie say, and I realized that I was wrong; there was something more humiliating. I felt what I assumed was a dildo stab into me, and I felt someone else slapping my ass, while someone different flicked my nipples, causing the bells to ring. "My god, this skank's cunt is so big that this huge dildo goes in with no problem!" I heard Marcie exclaim. "Let's see if she's that loose everywhere!" I felt the dildo removed, then shoved painfully through my abused sphincter. Someone else squeezed my clit and I closed my eyes and came again. "The slut just came!" someone shrieked, and then I felt a warm liquid slosh on me. "Hey!" I heard a guy say. "Cut that out! Get out of here!" He hustled them out as I realized that one of them had poured my hot piss over me, and I came again. They had left the dildo in my ass, and it fell to the floor as my orgasm squeezed it out. Jeff went back behind me and I felt him clean me all off. When he was done, he said, "Just one more hour, my slut," just as I felt another cock enter my cunt. At the end of the day, we had earned almost $650 for charity, the most profitable booth at the carnival. ------- Chapter 39: The Cheerleader Rachel came into my room late one afternoon and handed me a jewel box. "What is this?" I asked. "It's a present for you," she said as she walked out. "It's long, but try and watch it tonight if you can, and watch it alone." I shrugged, but finished what I was doing so that I could watch it. I sat down and popped it in my DVD player. There were no menus; the video just started. A gorgeous blonde appeared on the screen, and I recognized her. It was Brittany Douglas from my school. She was the head cheerleader, homecoming queen, most popular girl, etc. The video started with a shot of her face and pulled back to show her in her cheerleader outfit. "Hi, my name is Brittany Douglas, and this is my story," she said. "This was me," she said, and for the next few minutes the screen showed clips of her cheering at games, dressed up for dances, laughing with friends; typical scenes of her life. "Sometimes I'm a nice girl, but sometimes I can be very mean!" The video showed footage taken in school of Brittany and her crew teasing some other kids and in general being the bitches that they often were. "This is my boyfriend, Rob," she said. "He is the quarterback and the most popular guy in school. Don't we make a great couple?" More shots of Brittany, this time with Rob, at dances, at games, in school. There were some shots of them kissing as well. "I'll tell you a secret," Brittany whispered in a voice-over. "Rob and I haven't gone all the way. I'll - help him out - with my hand, and I've let him feel my breasts, but that is as far as we've gone!" That surprised me, because they had been dating a long time. They both must have had an amazing amount of willpower to avoid going any farther. On the screen, the picture changed. I saw Rachel and it looked like it was from last year. She was dressed nicely, but conservatively. "This girl is Rachel Miller. Until recently, she was known as the Ice Princess, a well known virgin. But something changed this year, and Rachel Miller is no longer the Ice Princess." The screen now showed Rachel in school in her slutty best. Then the scene changed to show Rachel in the hall at school making out, first with one boy, then another, then a third. "You see, Rachel Miller, Ice Princess, is now Rachel Miller, class slut," the voice-over continued. "It is well known that if you manage to get a date with Rachel, you will be getting fucked. No one knows exactly what happened to Rachel Miller, but the boys sure are happy with the change. I wasn't so happy." The scene changed to the school cafeteria at lunchtime, with Brittany and her friends talking about Rachel. They were calling her a whore, a skank, a slut, talking about all the boys she had put out for, and in general putting her down. The next scene showed them saying something nasty to Rachel in the hallway. "I wasn't very nice to Rachel," Brittany said in voice-over. "Even when some of my friends tried sticking up for Rachel, I wouldn't listen." The scene changed yet again, this time showing Brittany with some of her friends, and I noticed that Camille was there too. Brittany started complaining about Rachel and Camille said, "Don't badmouth Rachel! She's never done anything to you!" "But she's such a slut!" Brittany said. "Yeah?" Camille asked. "It's not like she stole your boyfriend. So she likes sleeping around, what difference does that make to you?" "She makes it harder on all of us!" Brittany exclaimed. "What?" Camille asked. "Come on, admit it!" Brittany cajoled her friends. "When your boyfriend sees Rachel, doesn't he expect more from you? She makes boys think that everyone should be a slut!" "That's ridiculous!" Camille said. "Some people just like sex more then others, and Rachel is one of those who like it a lot." "A lot! Ha! It's all she thinks of!" Brittany complained. "Jealous?" Camille sniped, turning to leave. The screen froze on Brittany's surprised face as the word 'jealous' echoed softly and repeatedly. "What made her think I was jealous?" Brittany asked over her frozen face. The screen faded to black. A few seconds later the screen showed Rachel, again from last year. "Hi, my name is Rachel Miller. This was me last year. This is me today." The screen switched to show her in school, dressed in tight short clothes. "And this," she said, as the scene showed her topless, nipple piercings visible. "And this," she said, as the scene showed her on her hands and knees, being fucked doggy style from behind while sucking a guy. "And this," she said, as the scene showed her strung up, naked, whip marks across her breasts and stomach, cum running down her tits, a huge smile on her face. "I discovered the joys of being a slut, and now I do what I want, to whom I want. I love my new life." The scene changed, showing Brittany. "This is Brittany. I thought she hated me, because she was always putting me down." The screen changed to show a split screen shot with two still images, one of a virginal looking Brittany, the other a slutty Rachel. "Then one day, the most amazing thing happened. I finally got tired of Brittany and I got her alone." The scene changed, with Rachel and Brittany somewhere in the woods, and at the bottom of the screen appeared the words, 'Dramatic Reenactment'. "What is your problem?" Rachel asked. "What do you mean?" Brittany responded. "Why are you always such a bitch to me?" Rachel asked. "Because you're a slut!" Brittany exclaimed. "Why does that bother you?" Rachel asked. "I didn't sleep with your boyfriend, or anyone else's boyfriend. Why does the fact that I like to sleep around effect you in any way?" "Because the boys will expect all the girls to sleep around!" she complained. "No they won't," Rachel replied. "Everyone knows that there are 'good' girls and 'bad' girls. You can be a good girl, and I'll be bad." "But you were a good girl, and now look at you! It's not fair!" Brittany said. "What's not fair?" Rachel pounced. "That I became a bad girl, or that you didn't?" "That you became bad," Brittany said, unconvincingly. "You're jealous," Rachel said in surprise. "Well, you get to have all this fun and not care about it, while I have to be Miss Perfect!" Brittany said. The girl was a great actress, because it looked like she was crying. "Why do you have to be Miss Perfect?" Rachel asked gently. "Everyone expects it!" she cried. "My parents, my friends, even my boyfriend! He doesn't want to sleep with me because he wants to marry a virgin!" "But what do you want?" Rachel asked. "I want to have fun!" The picture faded, replaced by scenes of Rachel and Brittany hanging out together. On the voice-over, Rachel said, "After that discussion, Brittany stopped being a bitch to me. She asked me a lot of questions about what it was like to be a slut, and I could tell that she wished she could be like me." "But I just couldn't go to the extreme that Rachel had gone to," Brittany said. "Rachel did help me think some things through, though, and it gave me the courage to ask my own favor of Rachel." I smiled at the reference. The scene changed, and I recognized Rachel's bedroom. Rachel and Brittany were sitting on the bed, and Rachel asked, "OK, what did you want to ask?" "You told me how you got into this. You told me about how you asked this 'mystery man' for the favor. Well, Jeff gave you what you wanted, so you should give me what I want." "First of all, who said it was Jeff," Rachel asked. "And second, what do you want?" "Pu-lease!" Brittany snorted. "Everyone in school knows that Jeff controls you completely! We're not stupid!" Rachel looked surprised, and so was I. I tried very hard not to make it obvious, but I guess giving out Rachel like a party favor was bound to make it clear. Oh well, I'd have to think about how this should affect my behavior in the future. "What I want is for you to teach me how to be a slut," Brittany said. "Like me?" Rachel asked. "No, not like you," Brittany responded. "I can't be a slut in front of everyone. Teach me how to be one so that no one knows. Please." "It's a lot harder," Rachel said. "Jeff explained to me that if I was a slut in private, but acted all prim and proper in public, people would still think that I was a slut, but they would think I was a hypocrite. He called it 'embracing my inner slut'." "Isn't there a way that people won't think I am a hypocritical slut?" Brittany asked somewhat desperately. Rachel thought about it for a few minutes, while Brittany stewed in silence. "There might be a way," she said eventually, "But there are some conditions." "What way? What conditions?" Brittany asked. "First, you can't be a hypocrite," Rachel said. "If you don't want people to know that you are a slut, fine. But if you act like sluts are inferior to you, then you are being hypocritical. So if we do this, I never want to hear you say anything about those 'beneath you', even if your friends are doing it. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand," Brittany said. "We could probably do some things in private," Rachel said. "There are some very reliable people; people that I know, people that would keep quiet, people that would be more then eager to get a crack at you! Tell me what you've done, sexually speaking, already." "Almost nothing," she replied. "Rob's felt me up and we've kissed, but that's all!" "And you still want to be a slut?" Rachel asked. "Are you sure that you don't just want to get laid?" "No, but I am pretty sure that sleeping with one guy isn't going to do it for me," Brittany said. "What about Rob?" Rachel asked. "For a long time we thought we would get married, but now we are going to different colleges, and I think that we both know that this is not going to last. We haven't talked about it, but we're most likely going to break up after graduation." "Do you want to cheat on him?" Rachel asked. "No, and I kind of feel bad, because we've been going out so long, and he never got any from me," Brittany said. "Well, I could find someone who could break you in right, or, if you want to, you can give it up to Rob, as a reward or going away present," Rachel said. "But if you don't want to cheat, you'll have to break up now." "I know," Brittany said. "And after he breaks me in?" "How do you want it?" Rachel replied. "Serially? Threesomes? Foursomes? Gang bangs? I think I can arrange things so that you are suitably entertained." "Really?" Brittany asked, excitedly. "Really," Rachel said with a smile. "What you need to do is to write down all your deepest, darkest, dirtiest fantasies for me, and tell me which ones you want to have come true." "You'll really do this for me?" Brittany asked. "What do you get out of it?" "Well, first, the satisfaction of helping a fellow slut," Rachel answered. "Second, it's karmic payback for what Jeff has done for me. Third, I get you for a night when I show you how much fun it can be with girls!" Brittany looked surprised, but excited at that. "Fourth, it can be more fun for me if I include another girl in some of my activities, and fifth, you are going to videotape all of your activities for my viewing pleasure, and I am going to get to present it to Jeff as a gift." "I don't want a tape around with me on it!" Brittany complained. "Oh, don't worry my little slut. You, me and Jeff will be the only ones that see it, unless you decide to show it to anyone else, but that is my condition for helping you." "OK," Brittany said reluctantly, and the scene faded out. ------- The TV faded back into another bedroom, this one had to be Brittany's. There were cheerleading trophies in the background, and pictures of popular boy band stars. The room was done in princess pink, and the furniture looked expensive. Brittany walked into the room, leading Rob by the hand. I noticed that she locked the door behind them. She sat him on the bed, and he asked, "Why did you ask me to come here?" "Are you still upset that we broke up?" she asked. "Of course I am!" he retorted. He took a breath and visibly calmed down, then said, "I'm sorry. We both agreed that it would be the right thing to do. We would never make it through college." "I know, but I still feel bad," Brittany said. "There is one consolation, though." "What's that?" Rob asked. "Well, you know that I was saving myself until we got married," Brittany explained. "Since we are not going to be getting married, and since I don't see myself getting married for a while, I decided that I didn't want to wait anymore. You've been such an amazing boyfriend, I want you to be the one who does me first." She was laying it on a bit thick, and I think that Rob could tell as well, but with the offer which he had just received, I think he was willing to put up with that. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Completely," she said, straddling his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him deeply. Brittany was wearing a tank top and a short skirt, and when she sat on Rob's lap, the skirt rode up, exposing her bare ass. Rob got into the kiss, and he wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass with his hand. I could see him feeling around, and he soon realized that she was not wearing any panties. "You're not wearing panties!" he said astutely after breaking away from her kiss. "Well, it would just be one more thing to get in the way of your lovely cock," she said before reattaching her mouth to his. He moaned as she ground her bare pussy over his denim covered cock. She pulled back again and asked, "So, are you willing to be my first?" "Shit, yes!" he exclaimed. "OK, Rob, but I have to tell you something," she said, grabbing his face in her hands and forcing him to look into her eyes. "If you don't mention this to anyone, and I mean anyone at all, this doesn't have to be the last time." "What do you mean?" he asked. "It means that I might be willing to do this again," she explained. "It doesn't have to be a one time thing. If I can trust you not to brag to your buddies, then every now and then we can get together and have some fun. In fact, if you are really good, there may be another pussy or two that I can throw your way." "Are you shitting me?" he asked. "No, I shit you not," she replied. "But this has to be just between us." "Don't worry, Brit," he said. "I've never told anyone about anything we did." "I know, that's why I'm willing to let you do this," she said. "Now how would you like to be my first experiment with giving blow jobs?" Rob got this amazed look on his face, like he had just been offered his heart's desire. Maybe he had been. He grabbed her head and kissed her again, hard. Then Brittany was sliding off of Rob's lap, unzipping his pants as she went. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, grabbing his shoes at the same time. Soon Rob was bottomless. I was somewhat gratified to see that while hard, he was not as large as I was. Petty, I know, but I'm a guy; petty is what we do. "Mmmmm, beautiful," Brittany said. "You know, this is the first real cock I've seen. It's a little scary to think about where it's going to be in just a little while!" Brittany held Rob's cock up, examining it from all sides. Then she ran her tongue over the tip, tasting him and feeling his texture. She ran her fingertips all around the new toy she had in her hand. Then she ran her tongue from the bottom to the top, looked up at Rob and said, "Tell me what to do." "Put it in your mouth," he said breathlessly. She complied, and he said, "Watch the teeth!" She pulled off and said, "Sorry." She popped the head back in her mouth, and Rob gave her a stream of advice about how to pleasure him. I approved of most of what he said. He told her how to jack the bottom of his cock as she sucked on the top. In very little time he warned her, "I'm going to cum soon!" Brittany didn't back off; if anything, she started sucking harder. "I'm going to cum in your mouth!" he gasped, trying to warn her again, but I'm sure that Rachel had advised her well, and she didn't pull off. Rob's face contorted and Brittany started choking as he filled her mouth. Brittany pulled off, coughing, and she got a final spurt on her face. When she had regained her breath, Brittany said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting so much. I'll do better next time!" Rob laughed and said, "Don't worry! It was great!" Brittany scooped the cum off of her face with her finger, then popped it into her mouth. "Wow!" Rob exclaimed. "I'll be right back," she said, and Brittany jumped up and went out of the room. I heard her gargling off screen, then she was back, jumping on the bed next to Rob and asking, "Was I good?" "Great!" he said. Brittany reached down and played with his now flaccid cock. "I can't wait till you are ready for me again." "Mmmmm, play with me more and I'll be ready soon!" he said. "Would this help?" she asked, pulling her tank top off, exposing her beautiful pert breasts to Rob, and incidentally, to me. I cursed the fact that the video camera was placed in the room and unmoving, because I could not get a very good view, but what I saw was fabulous. Rob grabbed at Brittany's boobs, and she had to tell him to be gentle as he squeezed and twisted them. "Taste," she said, offering one to his mouth. He latched on and she got a slightly pained look as he sucked hard. But the stimulation definitely helped, and his cock rose in response. "Ready to make me a woman?" Brittany asked. "Oh, yeah!" Rob said eagerly. Brittany shimmied out of her skirt, briefly exposing her pussy to me as she lay down on her bed. Rob quickly got in between her legs and started humping. Brittany reached down and grabbed his cock, putting it in the right place, and Rob pushed hard into her. She gasped and grabbed him, stopping his movement. "Just hold on a minute!" she said. "Let me get used to your cock!" He held still a short while, but soon his hips started pumping again. He pushed in and out and Brittany was slowly getting into it. "I'm cumming!" Rob grunted. "Wait, I'm almost there!" Brittany cried, and she reached between them to rub herself. She appeared to have managed to get off before Rob was done. Rob collapsed onto Brittany, moaning, "That was so great!" "It was good for me too," Brittany said, kissing Rob, and the scene faded out. ------- The next view I had on the screen was back to Rachel's bedroom. Brittany was lying on Rachel's bed, naked as the day she was born. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked with a giggle. Rachel walked into the picture, wearing a robe. "Well, Rob's was the first cock that you sucked, and the first cock that you fucked. He got two of your cherries. But you've never been with another woman before, have you? Brittany shook her head. "Well, I'm going to get that cherry, but I got to thinking; it's not fair that Rob got two and I only get one!" Rachel untied the sash on her robe and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing a harness with a thin strap on cock. Brittany gasped as Rachel continued, "After I lick your sexy pussy, I am going to fuck your ass!" "You wouldn't!" Brittany exclaimed. "Wait and see!" Rachel answered, slinking onto the bed and pushing her face between Brittany's thighs. I watched in delight as Rachel brought Brittany higher and higher, backing off every time she got close. "Make me cum!" Brittany cried, trying to get her hands onto her pussy, only to have Rachel bat them away. "Beg me!" Rachel said. "I am begging!" Brittany complained. "Please make me cum." "Not for that," Rachel said. "Beg me." Brittany looked confused, then shocked as she realized what Rachel was asking. She said nothing, and Rachel kept teasing her, until finally frustration and desire overtook fear and Brittany screamed, "Please fuck my ass! Please! I want you to. Just make me cum!" Rachel jammed her fingers into Brittany and latched onto her clit, and Brittany screamed in pleasure as she got the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Rachel turned and stared into the camera as she licked her fingers off slowly and sexily. Rachel grabbed a tube of jelly and smeared it all over her strap on. She wiped her hands off and crawled up between her exhausted friend's legs. "Ready to lose your last cherry?" she asked. "There'll be nothing left for your husband." "Maybe not," Brittany said, "but he'll probably enjoy the pleasure that I'll have learned to give him!" "That's my girl!" Rachel said. She spread Brittany's legs some more and positioned the dildo at Brittany's crinkled hole. "Oof," Brittany grunted as Rachel pushed in. "It's so big." "Ha!" Rachel cried. "You should have felt my first one! It was way bigger!" My head swelled with that statement, but I knew that she was right; the dildo she was wearing was quite thin. When Rachel was fully inserted, she asked, "How does it feel?" "Full," Brittany said. "But not bad." Rachel hummed in agreement as she kissed Brittany deeply and started moving her hips up and down. Brittany started groaning and Rachel began whispering in her ear. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but it was clearly exciting Brittany. Soon Rachel got onto her knees, slowly moving in and out of Brittany as she toyed with Brittany's clit. It was all too much stimulation for Brittany, and she came hard, clenching her whole body. She collapsed back onto the bed, and Rachel pulled off the strap on and lay down on top of Brittany, kissing and stroking her. They rested that way for a few moments, and I enjoyed the view of two sexy teenagers making out, until Rachel rolled off and said, "Time for you to learn how to please me!" Brittany grinned nervously, but rolled over onto Rachel and said, "Tell me what to do." "Start with my lips," Rachel instructed. When Brittany started moving down her body she said, "No, these lips!" Brittany smiled embarrassedly and moved up to kiss Rachel. Rachel then had her kiss down her body, especially her nipples. She worked her way down and under Rachel's fine tutelage she was soon bringing delight and relief to her friend. The video faded with the two of them snuggled up on the bed together. ------- The screen lighted up again to show Rachel in a bedroom along with four guys. I recognized the same group from Rachel's original poker game, minus Stephan, along with one other, Mark. Neal, Chris, John and Mark were sitting around, and Rachel said, "I'm sure you are all wondering why I called you here today; I can guess what you were hoping for." The boys all laughed, and Rachel continued, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but none of you is going to get your grubby little hands on me tonight." Neal groaned dramatically. Rachel said, "I asked you here because you have displayed discretion and the ability to keep a secret. I think that you will get over the fact that I won't be available to you tonight, because I have provided alternate entertainment for you." Rachel walked over to the door and opened it, stepping quickly out of the way. Brittany cartwheeled into the room, and I grabbed the remote and rewound the disk a second and let it move forward in slow motion, pausing it when Brittany had her legs in the air. The shot showed that she was wearing her cheerleader skirt, sans underwear, and a cheer top that had been cut to just below her breasts. I shook my head at the beautiful sight and hit the play button. Brittany finished the cartwheels in a split, then jumped up cheering: Neal, Chris, John and Mark are in luck, Because Brittany is here and ready to fuck! The looks on the guys' faces were priceless. Their jaws had dropped and they stared at Brittany as she sexily crossed her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it away and exposing her perfect breasts. She grabbed pom-poms from the floor and started doing a routine, her breasts peaking out frequently with her high kicks. She continued with her cheer: Fuck my cunt and my mouth, fuck my sexy ass, Just do me hard and do me fast! I'll do anything that you please, I'll hang from the ceiling and I'll beg on my knees. Fuck me as you want, any which way, Just do me now, don't delay! The cheer was lame, but it made me harder, and I'm sure it did the same for the others. Brittany fell back into a bridge, her hands and feet on the floor, her back arched, then she kicked up her feet so that she was doing a handstand. She did a full split in that position, exposing her pink snatch to everyone in the room, then swung around and flipped over to a split, right in front of the shocked boys, spreading her arms to expose her tits completely to them. "Say hello to Cheerleader Brittany, my slut-in-training," Rachel said. "I'll kill you if anyone finds out about her, but you get to enjoy her tonight, just like she said. I'm just here as a casual observer, so have at her!" The boys just stared, unable to believe what was in front of their eyes. After a few seconds, Rachel grunted, "Boys! Never send a boy to do a woman's job!" She stalked over to Brittany, grabbed her hair in her hand and yanked her head back. She planted a deep, wet kiss on Brittany, then knelt behind her and held Brittany's breasts, presenting them to the stunned boys. "Doesn't anyone want any of this?" Finally Chris walked forward and kissed Brittany, who wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately. After Chris broke the ice, all of them moved in, trying to get a feel or a kiss or both. I watched them pull her to the bed as they removed their clothes. Chris was the first one in her cunt, as Neal fed his cock into her mouth. "She's just as slutty as me, so don't be shy!" Rachel encouraged from the sidelines. The video started cutting in and out, a montage of Brittany's gang bang. Each of them came in her at least twice, some three times, and when she was done, her mouth, pussy and ass were all leaking cum. The boys left and I watched Rachel lick the cum off of Brittany's body. She then climbed on top of Brittany, dropping her pussy onto Brittany's mouth, and the screen faded just as she was spearing her tongue into Brittany's asshole, extracting all the cum she could. ------- The screen came up on Brittany's bedroom again, with Brittany and Rob, naked, making out on her bed. "You haven't said a word about my fucking you to anyone, have you?" Brittany asked. "You asked me not to, so I didn't," Rob said. "Well, to reward you for doing as I asked, I have a present for you," she told him. She got off the bed and sashayed her naked ass to the closet. She opened the closet door and pulled an equally naked Rachel out, wrapping her arm around Rachel's waist and pulling her close. "Isn't it every guy's fantasy to have two girls at once?" she asked, turning to give Rachel a hot and sexy kiss. She turned back to Rob and said, "This is my slutty friend, Rachel. She bet me that I couldn't be sluttier with you than she was. Want to help me prove her wrong?" Rob was sitting there with his mouth open, clearly unable to believe what was going on. The two girls slinked towards him, and Rachel asked, "You're good at keeping your mouth closed?" Rob nodded, and Rachel said, "Well I'm good at keeping mine open." She dropped to her knees in front of Rob and popped his cock into her mouth. Brittany pushed Rob back onto the bed and straddled his stomach. "You were so good to me, and you kept your mouth shut so well, that I had to do this. Who knows what else I'll do for you in the future if you keep this up!" She kissed him deeply and he grunted as he came into Rachel's mouth. Rachel cleaned him off and moved up next to the couple. She pulled Brittany's hair, breaking her kiss. She pulled her head up and traded a cum-filled kiss with Brittany as Rob watched. "I made someone cum, now it's your turn," she told her. Rachel pulled Brittany off of Rob and between her legs. Rob watched in amazement as Brittany started licking Rachel's cunt. "It's going to kill me not being able to tell anyone about this, but they'd never believe me anyway!" Rob said. Rachel reached down and started playing with Rob's dick. "But see the rewards of being discrete? It is far better and longer lasting than the few minutes of fame from a brag. Learn your lesson wisely, grasshopper!" She then pulled Rob's head to her chest so that he could suckle her tits as Brittany brought her closer. Soon she was cumming, crushing Rachel between her legs and Rob to her chest. When she was through, she collapsed on the bed, releasing her two paramours. As Rachel recovered, Brittany moved up Rob, popping his cock into her mouth. "Enjoying yourself so far?" she asked between sucks. Rob nodded his head and groaned. "It gets better," she said, and soon Rachel was with her, turning the solo act to a double blow job. Rob had an amazed look on his face as the girls swapped cock and spit. But soon Brittany pushed Rachel off of Rob. She laid herself out on the bed and pulled Rachel on top of her in a 69. She started eating Rachel, as Rachel reciprocated. Shortly she pulled away and looked up at Rob. "Are you waiting for an engraved invitation??" she asked, pulling Rachel's pussy wide open. Rob grabbed his cock, knee-walked up and inserted himself into Rachel. It was hard to see at the angle they were lying in, but it looked like Brittany was licking his cock as he fucked Rachel. He soon came, and it was clear that Brittany was trying to suck all of Rob's cum out of Brittany. Then the scene faded again. ------- When the picture reappeared, it was a shot of Brittany's head, lying on a pillow. "So that's my story," she said. "The Ice Princess helped take me from virginal cheerleader to cheerleader slut, and that's the way I'm going to stay, at least for the right people." The picture pulled back and I saw that Brittany was wearing her cheerleader outfit, but her skirt was flipped up. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the corners of the bed, and buried in her pussy was a dildo, which was incidentally strapped on to Rachel. "I hope that you liked our show, Jeff" Rachel said. "If you watched it shortly after I gave this DVD to you, maybe you should come on over, because I have this lovely toy for you." Rachel gestured with her arms down to Brittany in a move that would make Vanna White proud. The scene slowly faded out as Rachel went back to fucking Brittany, and that was the end of the DVD. I glanced at the clock, then pulled my pants on and hurried next door. It was going to be a fun night! ------- Chapter 40: The Hidden Toy I was at work when I my secretary buzzed me on the intercom. "It's your daughter's principal," she told me. I picked up the phone, and a very angry man told me, "Ms. Miller, I am suspending your daughter. Please come and pick her up." "What are you suspending her for?" I asked. "I will discuss it with youwhen you arrive," he said curtly. I agreed, then I hung up the phone and left to Rachel's school. I arrived and went to the principal's office. I was shown in to his office, where he sat behind his desk. Rachel was in a chair, looking embarrassed and defiant, and another woman was there as well. "Why are you suspending Rachel?" I asked politely. "Inappropriate attire and behavior," he said. I looked over Rachel and while she was a bit on the slutty side, it was no different than she had been wearing all year. "What's wrong with her attire?" I asked. "It's not her outerwear, it's what she is wearing underneath!" he said indignantly. "I'm sorry, you have a problem with her underwear?" I asked. "Yes!" he replied. "First of all, as long as she is not showing her underwear, what difference does it make?" I asked. "And second of all, how do you even know what she is wearing?" Just then, a soft buzzing started coming from Rachel's general vicinity, sort of like a cell phone on vibrate, but more sustained. "That's the inappropriate behavior, and that is why I know what she is wearing under her clothes," the principal said. "I'm afraid I don't follow," I said. "Rachel was in class when that buzzing started," he explained. "She was sent to my office, and when she would not tell me what it was, I had the nurse check to see what it was. She couldn't see, however, because of a device that Rachel is wearing, something entirely inappropriate to the school setting!" "Could I please see Rachel alone?" I asked. He nodded curtly and he took the nurse and walked out. I turned towards Rachel and asked, "What is going on?" Rachel took a deep breath - the noise was still emanating from under her skirt - and she began her tale. "Jeff grabbed me at the beginning of the day and had me take my panties off. He slipped something into my cunt, then he had me get into this!" She pulled up her skirt and I saw that she was wearing an honest-to-goodness chastity belt. "Every now and then, whatever it was that he slipped into me starts buzzing, and it drives me to distraction!" she told me. I shook my head and covered my eyes with my hands. "What happened after you got sent here?" I asked. "The principal asked what the noise was, but I said I couldn't tell him," she responded. "When he couldn't get it out of me, he called in the nurse who looked under my skirt, and she saw this." "Was he in the room at the time?" I asked in surprise. "Yes, but my back was to him," she explained. The buzzing stopped and she sighed in relief. I called the principal back in and he said, "Rachel will be suspended for three days." "Before we go on," I said, "could you please show me where in the school dress code it describes what types of undergarments the children are required to wear?" He blustered and said, "The type of underwear is not specified, but this goes beyond the bounds of decency!" "And how do you even know what it was?" I asked. "The nurse described it to me!" he exclaimed. "So let me see if I understand the situation correctly," I said. "Though Rachel's only offense was to emit a slight buzzing sound, you had someone look under her clothes, both without her or my permission, and with a male present in the room?" "Well," he began, but I cut him off. "And this was done with no consultation with my or Rachel's physician, to determine if any devices that Rachel might have are medically necessary?" I demanded. "Medically necessary?" he asked incredulously. "With her behavior, it is clear what it was!" "What behavior is that?" I demanded. "Your daughter is a slut!" he yelled. My mouth dropped, and so did that of the nurse who was present. "Excuse me a moment," I said, and I pulled my cell phone out. I dialed a number and said, "Give me Bob, now." When Bob came on the phone, I said, "This is Jess. I need to hire you. The principal of my daughter's school had her searched under her clothes, without consulting me and with him present in the room, and he has admitted that he did so because he feels that Rachel is a slut. I need you to inform the school district of our intention to sue, as well as to file criminal charges against the principal. I'll be coming over to your office with Rachel so you can take her statement, and then we'll all head over to the police station to file charges. I'll see you in a little bit." During my brief conversation, the principal had turned red in anger, then slightly pale. I put away my phone and turned to him, glaring. "Now you listen to me, Mr. Evans. You might think that you had a very good reason to do what you did, but the fact remains that you have embarrassed my daughter and you have admitted, in front of me, my daughter and a witness, that you felt no consultation was necessary because my daughter is a slut. And you had her examined under her clothes while you were in the room. "You have two choices right now. You can drop any action against my daughter and stay far away from her for the remainder of the year. After that, she will be out of your hair. Alternatively, I will do just as I told my lawyer. I will take my lawyer down to the police station and file criminal sexual assault charges against you. I think that we stand a very good chance of winning, and the jury award or settlement that we get will go a long way towards paying for Rachel's college education. Even if we don't win, which given the circumstances is unlikely, the facts of the case will make you unemployable. So, Mr. Evans, what is it going to be?" The principal appeared to have sunk into himself, but he had a defiant look on his face when he said, "Fine, she can go back to class!" I stood up and said, "We are still going over to my lawyer's office to make a statement. If I see the slightest hint of retaliatory behavior any time for the rest of the year, I will file those charges. Do you understand?" He nodded his head jerkily, and I gestured to Rachel and we left the office. After we were out of the office I slumped against the wall, and took a few deep breaths. Rachel was looking at me nervously, and I said, "Let's go find Jeff." Rachel led me to the classroom that Jeff was in and I opened the door. "I need to see Jeff," I told the teacher. He just pointed to Jeff, who stood up and walked over to me. He was smiling until he saw my expression. I walked outside with both of them following, but I told Rachel to wait for me in my car. I turned to Jeff and looked at him for a moment. I shook my head ruefully and said, "You are so mature, so assured, that I sometimes forget you are just a kid." "What do you mean?" he asked. "What did you think that you would accomplish with your little stunt?" I asked. "I thought that I would embarrass and humiliate Rachel, just like she wants," he said. "But did you worry about the consequences?" I asked. "What could they do?" he asked. "I went through the rule book carefully, and there was nothing in there that they could get her on." "Jeff, sometimes you are so naive," I said. "Mr. Evans is a principal. There are many good principals out there, but there are some whose authority makes them feel like gods. He was pissed at Rachel, and he fully intended to suspend her. And if he had not screwed up by the numbers, he would have gotten away with it. What would that have done to Rachel's future?" "Nothing!" he complained. "She already got into college!" "But Mr. Evans seems vindictive and small-minded enough to call the college and inform them of the suspension. They might have pulled her acceptance!" Jeff looked a little stricken as he thought about it. "I didn't realize it could get so serious." "Well, you need to protect those in your care," I told him. I reached out and ran my hand down his cheek. "There is no permanent damage. In fact, it may even be easier for Rachel. But think things through a little in the future, OK?" "Yes, ma'am," Jeff said. He looked so cute, I couldn't help it. "You can say that again tonight, when you have your cock up my ass," I whispered to him, and I got into my car and went back to work. ------- Chapter 41: The Prom Prom time was here, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Surprisingly, Jeff had asked me to go to the prom with him. I think that he had been deluding himself to believe that others were not aware that he was the puppeteer with his hand up my ass, metaphorically speaking (although that was an interesting picture). When Brittany explained to him that everyone knew, his behavior towards me in public changed, albeit only marginally. He no longer hid his command of me, though neither did he revel in it. Nonetheless, when he asked, no, when he told me that he would be taking me to the prom, it gave me a thrill. When he helped me pick out my dress, a very short, very revealing white dress, it made me excited. When he showed me the accessories that I would wear, the black cuffs and collar, complete with leash, I nearly came. The night of the prom, I was beginning to get ready when my mother came into my room. "I've been instructed to get you ready," she told me. I was surprised, but willing. She put me into the bathtub and lovingly washed my hair and body. She then shaved me smooth and clean everywhere below my neck. Then she laid me down and started massaging my body. It was a delicious feeling, and she rubbed vanilla scented oil into my skin. I felt pampered and loved. When she was done with the massage, she helped me into the bathroom where she re-moistened my hair and dried it and styled it. Then she applied my makeup, and when she was done she turned me to look into the mirror. I had to say it: I looked great! She took me back to my room and slipped the dress over my head. She fastened the few straps that it had, then kneeled down and helped me into the high, white heels, locking the straps in place with small black enamel padlocks. Finally she attached the cuffs to my wrists and the collar to my neck. She stood me in front of the full length mirror again, and I took in the view: I was the perfect picture of a slave slut. No matter what anyone had thought about me before, tonight would make it clear that I was a slave. I was so happy. "You are beautiful, darling," my mother said. "I am so proud how you've made your choices and how you've lived by them." She kissed my lips, careful not to mess up my lipstick, then she led me downstairs to the front door. She had me kneel on the floor and she clipped my hands behind my back. I sat there, patiently awaiting my date, my master, ready to offer myself to him. I was waiting for about ten minutes when the doorbell rang. That surprised me, because Jeff usually just walked in. My mom walked past me and opened the door. "Good evening, Mrs. Miller," Jeff said to my naked mother. "I'm here to escort your daughter to the prom." It was quite the incongruous sight. "I prepared her for you," my mother said, moving out of the way so that Jeff could view me. I looked up, and my heart jumped into my throat. Jeff looked amazing in his tuxedo. It was black, classic, and it fit him perfectly. My mouth watered, and I was proud that I was his. Jeff came over to me with a smile on his face. He reached under my arms and stood me up. He kissed me lightly on my lips and asked, "Are you ready to go to your last big bash of the year?" I nodded eagerly. He slipped a perfect white rose into my hair over my ear and kissed my cheek. "Jeff, could I get some pictures before you go?" Mom asked. "Sure," Jeff replied. My hands remained bound together behind me as my mother had me pose with Jeff. Most of the pictures were typical prom night poses, but she also had me pose on my knees at his feet. I couldn't wait to see those pictures. Jeff walked me out to his car and unclipped my hands before I got in. He kissed me again, went around to his side, and off to the prom we went. ------- When we got to the prom, Jeff helped me out of the car and clipped the leash to my collar. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded, and he picked up the leash and led me into the prom. The chaperones frowned at us, but we were not that over the top, so they couldn't really say anything. Our friends, on the other hand, had a lot to say. Luckily, most if it was complimentary, some of it even envious. The night was going really well. I danced with a ton of guys, and talked to all my friends. The only downside was that Jeff seemed to be withdrawn. He was happy when we danced together and laughed with our friends, but he always seemed just a bit distant. Later in the evening, I discovered the reason. "Rachel," Jeff said, "this is your last big party of the year. Graduation is just a few days away, and all this comes to an end. I set something up so that you can go out with a bang, as it were." I looked at him excitedly and asked, "What is going to happen?" "I found a nice, out of the way room, and I arranged it so that you can be tied down. You are going to be blindfolded, and for the rest of the night, there will be a steady progression of horny boys coming through, and cumming on you. By the time the night is over, you will be a spermy, disgusting mess, and many a girl will thank you for taking the edge off their boyfriends. Of course, some won't. But they'll just chalk it up to typical Rachel the Slut behavior. "How are you going to feel, stumbling into your house tonight, your dress torn, cum leaking out of all your orifices, knowing that half the school had you?" "Disgusted," I said. "Humiliated. Satisfied." "Good," Jeff said, smiling at me. He leaned down and kissed me. "Don't worry about your safety. John has agreed to watch out for you, and he'll take you home to your mother when the night is over." I looked at him in surprise. "Aren't you going to stay? Won't you take me home?" "Not tonight, sweet Rachel," he said, with a sad smile. "I think I'll pass on this exhibition, but I'll come by in the morning and make sure that you are OK." "But I don't understand," I said, confused. "I want to make this a memorable prom for you," Jeff explained, leading me down the hallway to a small, unused utility room. The room had been set up with a small padded platform. Jeff began tying me down as he explained, "This is your last big high school event, and I want to make it special for you, but I just am not up for hanging around with this tonight. But you should have fun." Jeff finished tying me down and gently removed the rose from behind my ear and placed it in his lapel. He then slipped the blindfold over my head and kissed me gently on the lips. When his lips left mine, I said, "Wait, Jeff!" "Yes?" he asked. "Please, Jeff, will you take me home with you now?" I asked. "But I went to all this trouble to give you a memorable going away," Jeff said, sounding confused. "But I don't want that. I want to spend prom night with you! Won't you please take me home with you?" I begged. I didn't hear anything for a few minutes, and I got very nervous. "Jeff?" I called. "I'm here, Rachel," he said. "If I take you home, you won't get another opportunity like this again." "I don't care," I said, and I realized that there were tears dripping down my face. "I just want to be with you. I don't want all the others tonight." "But I went to a lot of trouble to set this up," he said. "People will be disappointed. You won't do what I tell you to?" He was right. I had promised to obey, and now I wasn't. "Of course I will," I said, chastised. "I'm sorry for questioning you. I'll see you in the morning." Jeff kissed me again, then he removed my blindfold. I watched as he removed the rose from his lapel and slipped it behind my ear. He kissed my nose and said, "You will have to make it up to some people another time." "Oh, I promise I will!" I exclaimed, smiling happily. Jeff smiled back, the first real smile I'd seen all night, and removed the chains around my hands. He picked me up and carried me out of the room. In the hall we passed John, and Jeff said, "Sorry, but I changed my mind. I'm taking Rachel home. Can you let everyone know?" "Wow, there are going to be some disappointed guys!" John said. "I know," Jeff replied. "Let the ones who are the most disappointed know that Rachel will make it up to them another time, OK?" "Sure, buddy," he replied. Jeff put me down and we walked back into the prom. Jeff led us over to our friends and we told everyone that we were leaving. There were some surprised looks; clearly some people knew the evening's agenda. Nevertheless, Jeff was soon opening the passenger door of his car for me. We sat quietly together in the car for the ride home. My mind was whirling the entire ride. I kept replaying what happened, trying to understand it. Jeff had set up the perfect scene for me, the right mix of humiliation and sex. And yet, when I learned that he wasn't going to be there, when I realized that he didn't want to see me like that, it lost its appeal. I had been honest with Jeff. The thought of spending the night at home with Jeff, something that we did on a regular basis, was far more appealing to me than being gang-banged the night of my senior prom. I didn't understand it! When we arrived at my house, Jeff came around to my side of the car and helped me out. Before he led me into the house, however, he took my arms and removed the cuffs. He threw them in the car and said, "Tonight, we are not going to use those. However, you are going to keep the collar on, and the shoes are just too damn sexy to take off." I smiled up at him as he took my hand and walked into my house. My mother was in the living room, and seemed surprised to see us. "I didn't expect you home so early," she said. "I didn't book a hotel room," Jeff explained, "and I need a place to violate your daughter on her prom night." "Oh, then by all means, use my bedroom," Mom said. "The bed is bigger." "Thank you, Mrs. Miller," Jeff said with a bow, and he took my hand and pulled me upstairs. When we got into my mother's room (now my room too), Jeff turned around and pulled me into his embrace. He kissed me gently, eased the dress over my head, then stepped back and looked at me. "Wow," he said. I posed for him, wearing only my collar and my high heels. Of course, Jeff was still wearing his tuxedo, and that was wow-worthy as well. Jeff pulled me back into his embrace and swung me around to the bed. He laid me down in the center of the bed and never took his eyes off of me as he undressed himself. I watched eagerly as he pulled his underwear down, his cock bouncing at full hardness as he pushed the discarded garment off of his feet. He crawled onto the bed and climbed between my legs. He just knelt there, his eyes darting all over my body, examining every inch of me, for minutes. Despite the fact that I was naked around him most of the time, I blushed under his intense gaze. It was like he was trying to memorize me, and the thought made me sad. Graduation was just a few days away, and maybe he was taking his last look at me. I quickly pushed that morbid thought out of my mind and concentrated on the feelings coursing through me. Jeff reached back and started brushing his fingertips from the tips of my toes, up and down my legs. I shivered at the sensations, and gasped as his fingertips wandered over my hips. Jeff explored most of my body with his fingers, intentionally missing those most sensitive areas that I desperately wanted him to touch. It seemed like hours, though was probably only ten minutes, before Jeff moved to the next phase of his torture. He bent over and ran his lips over my foot, then up my leg. I glanced down and I saw that his dick had shrunk in half. He was spending all his time concentrating on my pleasure, to the exclusion of his own. I reached down to run my fingers along his beautiful cock, but he slapped my hand away. "Don't distract me!" he growled, running his tongue over my kneecap. Again, for the most part, he missed the areas I wanted him to hit the most, though he did swipe his tongue over one nipple as he moved around my body, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. When he finished with his lips and tongue, he started from the bottom again, this time with his teeth. He ran his mouth all around my body, nipping at my skin, taking tiny, painless bites out of me. Each bite caused me to shiver with pleasure. My pussy was dripping and I was practically beside myself. I wanted nothing else but to feel his cock slipping into my soaking, steaming pussy. When he finished with his teeth, I thought that he would finally get down to business, but instead he just rolled me onto my stomach and started at my feet with his fingertips. "Please," I groaned. "Won't you pleasure yourself with my body?" I begged. "I am," he replied, with a smile in his voice. I then spent the next thirty minutes having the same cycle repeat itself on my back; first his fingers, then his lips and tongue, then his teeth. I was amazed that I hadn't cum already; I was on edge the whole time. Finally, he positioned himself between my legs and stretched himself over my back. I felt his cock nestling in between the cheeks of my ass as he pulled my hair back and kissed my neck, my ears, my cheeks. I felt his cock growing against my ass as he pulled my face around for a gentle kiss. Jeff pushed himself up, running his fingers down my back, then flipped me over. He settled himself back between my legs, his nearly hard cock pushing up against my slick lips. He started kissing me gently and I grabbed his head and begged, "Please, Jeff, won't you fuck me now?" "No," he said, as he slipped his cock slowly into my pussy. My eyes went wide as he slowly pushed his cock into me and I gasped and came as I felt him fully seated in me. My vision blurred and I was out of it for some period of time, but when I came back to myself Jeff was above me, smiling down at me, slowly stroking his cock in and out of me. "Oh, Jeff!" I cried and grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss. The kisses got more urgent, and I kept trying to fuck Jeff into me, but he continued his slow, torturous strokes. "Fuck me harder!" I cried. "No," he said. "Tonight, I want to make love to you." He kissed me again and my eyes widened. I stopped trying to fuck him and I collapsed, then wrapped my arms and legs around him and enjoyed the pleasure that he was giving me. Jeff continued moving, varying his stroke and speed slightly each time. I kept building and building until I bubbled over and came. Jeff just kept at it, and by the time he sped up and came in me about 30 minutes later, I had cum four or five more times. Jeff collapsed on top of me, panting, then rolled over, pulling me on top of him. I tucked my head between his neck and shoulder and relaxed, luxuriating in the feel of him. A few minutes later I felt his breathing even out, and I looked at his face and saw that he was asleep. I kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered, "Thank you for a lovely prom." Then I lay back down and went to sleep. ------- Chapter 42: Graduation The days leading up to graduation were busy ones for Rachel. Besides the traditional end of high school activities, Rachel was spending all of her free time making up for prom night. But she did it with a smile on her face, thinking of what might have been, and what she actually had. ------- Graduation day arrived, and everyone was excited. We met Jeff at the graduation with his parents. He looked quite handsome in his gown, as did Rachel. Of course Rachel was wearing nothing underneath, but that was to be expected. I sat with Jeff's parents through the presentations and boring speeches; Rachel just missed out being valedictorian, and the proud parent in me warred with the cautious slave; I shudder to think what a speech by Rachel, wearing nothing but her thin cheap graduation robe, would be like. We watched Jeff and Rachel march up and pick up their diplomas (from a sour looking principal), and after the requisite cap toss, they came back to us to for hugs and congratulations. "Congratulations guys!" I said. "Thanks Mom," Rachel replied. "Thanks Jess," Jeff said. "It's rude to call Mrs. Miller Jess, Jeff," Jeff's mother said. "Don't blame Jeff," I told her. "I insisted that he call me Jess." "OK," said Jeff's slightly disgruntled mother. Despite the fact that Jeff practically lived at our house, we really didn't interact with his parents more than as next door neighbors. We got the kids together along with some friends, and pictures were taken all around. Then they were off to say good-bye to all their friends. I was hosting a party tonight for Rachel and her friends, so they would see a number of them later, but this would be the final farewell for many of their not-so-close friends. We left them there, and I went home to prepare for the party. Jeff's mom came by as well to help. Later in the day, Rachel came home. I was in my housecoat, because Jeff's mom had just left. "Are you alone?" she asked. "Yes, Jeff's mom just left," I told her. "Oooo, I'm telling on you!" she said with a smile as she slipped out of her graduation gown. "You're wearing your housecoat when you should be naked!" I slipped out of my housecoat and hung it up. "That's fine with me," I said. "The last time you ratted me out for a similar offense, it worked out quite well!" "Oh, mom!" she said with a grin, and she came over and gave me a hug and a distinctly un-daughterly kiss. Then she burst out crying. "Don't worry. Calm down," I told her, hugging her and patting her back. "Just try and enjoy the day!" This was going to be a very emotional day. ------- Just before the guests were to arrive, I went upstairs to get dressed. Rachel was in the bathroom putting on makeup, and on the bed was a black dress and a pair of black strappy high-heeled sandals. "Are these clothes for you?" I called. "No, they're yours," Rachel replied. I went into the bathroom to shower and I stopped when I saw that Rachel was dressed in the same clothes that were laid out for me. "Is this a theme party?" I asked. "I didn't pick out the clothes," she said. I shook my head and jumped into the shower. When I was done, I dressed as prescribed and I put on my makeup. Then I went downstairs and found Rachel. I pulled her over to the mirror and we stood side by side, each of us in the sandals and short black dress, and nothing more. We looked good, but the clothes were much more suited to Rachel than to a middle aged woman like me. Nevertheless... The doorbell rang and I went to open it. Jeff was there, with his parents and Michelle. I wasn't too surprised that Jeff had rung the bell with his parents in tow, but I was surprised to find that Michelle was wearing a short black dress and high strappy sandals. I strongly suspected that if I ran my hands up her leg, I would find nothing but bare pussy at the end. Jeff's mother looked at me, then Michelle, then over my shoulder to where Rachel was standing. "You didn't tell me there was particular dress that I should wear," she told me with a raised eyebrow. "My fault," Rachel said, rescuing me. "It was just a little joke that I played." She shook her head and came in, followed by Jeff, who ran his hand up my leg to check for underwear while his parent's backs were to us. I stuck my tongue out at him, indignant that he thought that I would be wearing any. Other guests began arriving, and I noticed a pattern as Annie and Camille arrived together, attired in matching black dresses and sandals. I guess that Jeff wanted to have his whole harem for the year together one last time. On the other side of the coin, quite a few of the boys were wearing little pins with the letters 'RM' on them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that these were Rachel's conquests. The party kicked in, and there were a number of parents as well as the kids, but most of them left by about 10PM. The kids hung around later, but at about 1AM most of them were gone. Eventually, the only people remaining were Jeff and his harem. "So why did you want us all dressed the same?" Camille asked. "I just wanted to remember the year that was," he replied. "Pictures! Pictures!" Rachel cried, and ran out of the room for her camera. Jeff had us all line up and started snapping pictures of us. Rachel started whispering in our ears, and we all turned around, spread our legs, bent over and pulled our dresses up. I saw the flash going off furiously as Jeff captured our asses to his memory card. Then each of us was in a few pictures with Jeff, including shots of him kissing us. Finally, Rachel and Jeff said good night to their friends and they all left, leaving Rachel and me alone with Jeff. He beckoned Rachel over to the dining room table, and he sat down next to her. I sat behind her and held her hand. "We had a deal," Jeff said. "I agreed to own you this year until graduation. Graduation is now over. Did I do a good job for you?" Rachel had tears streaming down her face. She nodded and said, "You exceeded my expectations. It was even better than what I wanted. Thank you so much, Jeff!" "There's one more thing," Jeff said. "Please take off your dress." Rachel stood up and whipped her dress off. Jeff reached over and removed the rings from her nipples. "I promised you no permanent marks. I've fulfilled my obligations as best I could, and I could not have had a better slave than you." He glanced at me and added, "And you." Rachel grabbed Jeff into a hug and started bawling. I saw that Jeff was tearing up himself. "There is one more thing," I said. Rachel and Jeff separated and looked at me. "There is still the matter of our bet," I told Jeff. Jeff nodded his head, and I knew he understood. Rachel looked confused; I couldn't believe that she forgot what I had told her. "Remind me of the terms." Jeff instructed. "We both felt that, despite what Rachel had asked for, she would not have this out of her system at this point," I explained. "Is there any dissent on that point?" Jeff shook his head knowingly, and Rachel quickly shook her head in embarrassment, acknowledging that she was not over it. "But we disagreed on what would happen next," I continued. "You were of the impression that she would have a better understanding of what she wanted, and she would be able to select a lover that could give her what she wanted. I disagreed. What college are you going to, Jeff?" "USC," he replied. "What college are you going to Rachel?" I asked. "USC," she whispered. I turned back to Jeff and said, "I told you that you were naive. I said that when you went off to college she would be right there with you. I won my bet, do you agree?" Jeff nodded with a smile, "I'd have to say that you did." Rachel looked up and asked, "What does that mean?" "It means that he agreed to keep you," I said. Rachel looked at Jeff with hope in her eyes. "He didn't agree to see you exclusively, but he did agree that he would take care of you in the same way he did this year. And he agreed to do it throughout college." "Really?" Rachel shrieked, and started to move to Jeff. Jeff held up his hand and said, "Wait a minute. I know that I agreed to this bet, but I can't fulfill it the way that it was laid out." Rachel fell back into her seat with a stricken look on her face. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You are the one big on rules. We had a deal. How can you break it?" Jeff shook his head and said, "I won't break it completely, but I can't go on like we have been." He turned to Rachel and said, "Look Raich, I promised your mother something, but I just can't do it. What I can do is take care of you. I can find a few guys for you, I can continue to humiliate you, but I can't make you the campus slut. If you can put up with me toning it down a bit, than we can continue." Rachel looked at Jeff and said, "But you'd still keep me?" "Yes," he replied, "but there is another alternative." "What's that?" Rachel asked, fear showing on her face again. Jeff took her hands in his and said, "You could give up this quest to be a slut for everyone, and you could just be a slut for one person." "What do you mean?" Rachel asked. "I mean that if you are willing, I will take you as mine," he explained. "Not like this past year, where I did everything to satisfy your desires. Instead, we would start concentrating on mine. I would own you, just like I did this year, and you would continue to do everything that I say, but the goal will be my pleasure, not yours. If I tell you to sleep with a dozen guys, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it. If I tell you to sleep with a dozen girls, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it. If I tell you that you have to sleep at the foot of my bed and not cum for a week, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it. If I decide to whip your ass, it will be because I want it, and you'll do it." "Yes!" Rachel screamed, bouncing up, but Jeff held his hand out again, stopping her from jumping on him. "We need to set the rules first," Jeff said. "No rules!" Rachel exclaimed. "What about permanent damage?" Jeff asked. "Mark me, cut me, make me pregnant, I don't care," she said. "I'm yours to do with as you like." "What about respect?" Jeff asked. Rachel sat for a moment, thinking, then said, "I don't need the rule. I know you Jeff, and I am not worried about losing your respect." "And what about the final rule?" Jeff asked. "When will this be over?" "When you are tired of me," Rachel said. "You own me, and you can release me. Until you do, I'm yours!" Rachel looked at Jeff defiantly while he gazed calmly back at her. Finally he said, "If I am in charge, I set the rules. Rule one, I will not do anything to you that makes me lose respect for you. Rule two, you may end this at any time, as may I. Rule three, you will obey me in every way, following every instruction and accepting every punishment. Do you agree to these rules?" Rachel barely gave it a thought before she said, "Yes, I accept your rules." "Then come to me, my little slave," Jeff said. This time, he did not stop Rachel as she jumped up and ran into his arms. She climbed into his lap and they started some serious kissing. I cleared my throat loudly, and they looked up at me. Jeff looked at me questioningly and I asked him, "Do you remember what the deal was if you had lost?" "Remind me," he said, his hand sneaking up to tweak at Rachel's nipple. "I said that if Rachel didn't do as I expected, then I would serve as your slave in her place," I told him. "But you won," Jeff said. "I know," I told him, "but by your rules, Rachel can leave you at any time, and you would be without anyone to serve you. Therefore, I am going to be moving out to California with you, so that in the event that Rachel does not serve you properly, I will be there to take her place." I held my breath and waited for his response. I had been thinking about this for a while, and I wasn't sure how he would react, how Rachel would react. I had clearly surprised him. He looked at Rachel, and she lifted her lips to his ear and started whispering to him. Jeff smiled and then said to me, "When you offered to take Rachel's place, the rules were different. If you come out with us, then I would feel free to hand you out to anyone I wanted, the same as I would with Rachel. That would be OK with you?" "I would be yours by whatever rules you decide," I told him. Rachel leaned in and started whispering to Jeff again. When she was done, Jeff said, "I notice that despite the fact that we are alone, you are still wearing your dress. And my little slave informs me that earlier today, you were also dressed in the house when you should have been naked." Jeff pushed Rachel off his lap so that she was kneeling at his feet. "Rachel, take your mother downstairs and strap her to the bench. It seems that she has earned some punishment." Rachel came over to me and started pulling me towards the basement. As we were leaving the room I heard Jeff say to me, "We're going to have to pack up some of our toys when we go to California. I just know that I will be punishing both of you willful creatures frequently." I turned and saw his smile, then happily followed Rachel downstairs, to take my punishment as a good slave should. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-07-07 Last Modified: 2004-11-20 / 06:34:49 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------